“Come on, be even more generous, you boys,”
she said to me through memory of her voice and
that was satellite. Launched, it arcs perfectly
overhead, a trick of speed and gravity, like
the polka, we were terrible really at it but you
somehow were amazed and I remember by
invisible visionary neurons like trees at night our
first meeting, which I’ve never told you and
never read Aristotle or Aristophanes in bed together
but many other things checked off such as
my knowledge of you as deep as my knowledge
of Spanish, which is nada, but somehow we
and dancing well, or terribly, is a great joy if
one is in it and well desired, as you evinced now