the object's the thing

fold back into the space--these are precursors to definitions like DHA and omega-3's. love of the object draws me near and draws me away:

the tide is a limitless apology, lapping up onto the ankle. wanting the screen is not the same as wanting the page but wanting, the page wants itself...over and over again.

and i will deny it. i will press my cheek and temporal lobe, the crest of my forehead against the glass teddybear of a plane. pushing my face perpendicular until i gain entrance, pushed through and redoubled again.

the line drawn between bits and light is a matter of semantics.

begin.