Merger
(Dear V)
This is for today, when you’d be tired, and when you’d look for something to read to take away your dull eyes and carry your imagination to your bedside, or better, to your favorite corner.
I’ve taken to reading again; and this time, I take it with preciseness to absorb every letter and word and sentence, and read it again as the series of images spring forth shapes with the literal only I can know.
The water I drink today tastes funny—it tickles my tongue, and slowly passes through the nerves at my feet and back up again to swirl in my head.
On my monitor, there is a post-it inked with a scribbled word—focus, to script, italicized and spacious kerning between each letter. It is written off-center to make your eyes work to move around the little square paper and focus; focus on the swirl and curves and the smoothness of rounds without corners.
Underneath the note, the air in between seeds your image, spreading and engulfing like a fog, with a scent of rain and dew, telling me that you are here even if you are not.
I drink from my mug again. It is warm now and it still tickles. I can feel your wet lips.
