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, and i map out 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 his warm, bare skin.