I write this to you Jeffersonville, Indiana. Feel seen in the way you see me. Feel known in the way I am grateful you know me. You may know me physically. We may have never met. However, you are the only with blinking eyes, perked ears, and an inclined heart. I press my nose up over my self-help book in a local coffee shop and I see you glancing sideways at me. You tip your hat. Your nod in my direction makes my day.
I like your worn bomber jacket with the peculiar pins.
I carve you out to be a whole person in my mind.
I whittle away at your hips and refine your arms and wrists.
I hover your heart with my hand.
The quiet thudding of you
Synchronizes with me
[a short
three hours
away].
