You look for answers like I’d look for a lost earring: on your knees, hands splayed across the linoleum, grabbing everyone you encounter by their collars, have you seen it? have you seen it? it’s small and I’m sure I’ve lost it, oh I hope I haven’t, I hope I haven’t, have you seen it?
Watching you walk around, drawing out every organ in your body in search – it brings out the most primordial needs in me. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but I want to slip down to where you are and fix you where you break and warm you where you are not okay. The whole of my biology wants to keep you sane. I don’t even know you. I don’t even know you, but what I do know I want to keep. You are a cellophane humanoid I can open up and see symmetry in.