Before we learned each other's names
Our longing was mapped
to coordinates
at 2am

my pause before the swipe
your message typed,
revised, sent

vectorized, transacted.


Viewpoint: This poem is about feeling seen by a machine and not by another human

Knife at the equator

two moons fall open

the room fills with what was

once a tree

You come home
to a radiant absence

a room in your attic
flung across a galaxy

Two Earths fell apart.

Could we have dreamt tides
when we were one body?

A lobed fruit in hand split
fingers press the yielding halves
the air turns bitter-sweet