"Tell me something, lionlady of my soul," asked Florentina Ariza, "how would you feel if you received a love letter written on that thing?"
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez

A moment of dry things
spread out for touching.
A circle of chairs
and birds in throats.
The supermarket bright.
The shout from the dentist chair
heard in the waiting room.
The look of two things
next to each other.