(perhaps it is time to try again.)
these hexes, they also work long distance
and distance would be what i love,
if you were a star, maybe pluto (maybe not),
beyond my circles, below my skyways,
on a bus on the road below, (at night
if i squint they look like electric white snakes)
and then you would love me again.
lightyears would be your longing.
distance my desiring, but together
we only look out different windows,
watching the buses.
notes: the title of this poem comes from tiffany’s “i could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips”
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