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