lines

--how many lines do you see?

 --how many are there? 

--i'm not sure. i never am. you tell me "love may save everything, just one thing at a time." one thing at a time. really? because suddenly, it is two, then three, multiplying like cells in a womb. how many lines do you see? 

--my soul and yours are parallel.parallel lines. 

lines! lines! so many fucking lines--like noise. noise in the other room while kadey and i try to sleep. noise in the hallway and noise in the stair well--songs echoing up and down. 

--ave maria, ave maria. harmonize o' sweet lines of melody, but only to become stick straight, rigid, and immovable in my head. 

--my soul and yours are parallel lines. lines like train tracks going up and down the sides of this island beneath the east river between you and i. our souls are parallel and perpendicular. latticed from queens to manhattan across the water.