Your poetry is like cinematography in my head. How do you do it? How do you point the formatting like a camera, like you’re panning for gold, and discovering something precious so deep and real just with the position of your italics?
I told you this, and then you reciprocated, saying,
I, on the other hand, use word choice I listened and heard your intention I choose and commit to one like an undying promise imbuing that choice with all the meaning I can.
You tell me you noticed, and I suddenly had no words.