We had to operate from a seated position,
feeler rounded, half-a-face
at the tongue bath.

We loved like second and third graders.

Can I fall against you with my heavy body now
My hair UPS brown in a soccer flame
To touch a pillar in the corner, from the other anchor, the other
Loaf of filament,

The oddest food.

The oldest germ of wrung hands.

I touch you from the operator station
Blind as a button
loving and working
for you.