it was the way you never looked for me that made me
want to stay lost. between the blinkless eye and the
staring navel is my heart. it is true, i hear you say
to her and i take this out of context. it is true that no
amount of carefully chosen words will ever make this
right. any impassioned eloquence now just looks ridiculous.
but i don’t want to take these things back. it is true that
you are turning the space between my lidless eye and
blinking navel into a desert. it was the way you never
looked for me, ever. halfway through your revolution,
you are the farthest from me that you will ever be.