A
Goode Homolosine Projection
Coordinates
have become useful now,
There
are sections of the room
I
can breathe into, and look out at,
I
lift half a curtain to open half a window,
Dark
curves fill the hardwood floor.
We
remain illuminated, but your world
And
arrangements are hidden,
You
seem to be dancing, and I am jealous,
The
title of my book is lost to you,
I
hold hands out and seem to be praying.
Ben Nardolilli