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