Back From the Vanishing Point
Spreading like an estuary, the lines move away from each other,
moving apart, as if they need to spend some time apart. A delta fanning
out, the V-shaped folds not squeezed or squished together. Portions
increase in size. There are plenty of choices, an increasing
number—when you don’t see something it doesn’t mean there’s nothing
there. People move in and check out, unpacking, unzipping their
zippers, isn’t this what love requires? Moving away from where they
were—they’re looking for something they don’t even know about.
The roles are still developing, opening up, letting themselves out the way
you let out a garment, I think they’re going to splurge.
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