one letter stands out.
my finger moves to match it.
A. A. A. A. A.
i notice, then i forget.
it stops on its own.

sometimes ideas flow through me,
like smooth curves.
S. S. S. S. S.
unfortunately, it seems
i prefer corners.

these days my thoughts tend
to rest on cut, dry nail beds.
Z. Z. Z. Z. Z.
on vowels and consonants.
on warm, bare skin.