there are things that i have loved in a certain way

that do not exist

so i waited

for an amount of time;
a particular distance

as if a protractor

one eighty

forty five

ninety

through an exact curviture i viewed

lumoebae

lumeukaryote

feathered red

until the film leaked blue

a series of panes

placed one by one

until

it became less about the hills

then

an inaudible pause

textually

next to nothing

and there

i imagined the day

like the smallest stones beneath bare feet

he would look

and look back

left

across my cheek

not unlike a cube of semi-soft cheese

i felt a falling short;
a hurled distance