A Gall-Peters Projection We look at one another and become eyes, Our eyes move and we become bodies, We become bodies and grow long Without growing any taller together, Our heads and memories lost, forgetting Whatever names we had for each other, We grow and expand from heat until Noticing our borders and exclaves of skin, Lines that give us our deceptive shapes, We reach for our own points and smiling Unbutton each one after the other. Ben Nardolilli