when I say there are four of me, I want you to imagine you can board a paper airplane to resume your life elsewhere as a supplier of matches to the triangle of vague nations.
-for Noah-
when I say there are four of me, I want you to fill equally exile and absence with a color you’ve seen twice.
-for JP-*
when I say there are four of me, I want you to put my face to a face and imagine two hands shaking beneath a god with six.