due to your
general anonymity
i’ve projected all of my
hopes and wants
onto you.
your face is like
the far side a moon;
its surface is
malleable, made
of my imagination.
some people go to
the desert
expressly to find themselves
lost inside a crater.
closer
to the center.
the rock is
at times
so hard. even
with the wind
constantly
carrying it
off.
and the center is
too hot
for our
narrow range
of
survivable conditions.
it isn’t fair to ask you
to fit into my mind,
but this isn’t a planet
for fairness.
you wish me happiness,
utilizing a
now-modern version of
technology
to communicate.
electricity pulses
from a small box that
fixates me.
the far side of
a moon is
dressed again
in black.
your eyes are shining.
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