I took pictures of him at the Golden
Gate Bridge and he took them of me we
didn’t do them together though. Made him
listen to Lorde on the drive home, told him
You’ll have to learn what I like eventually.
Never been to California til that weekend
my body learned the shape of palms, splayed-
out rib tailing splayed-out rib. Didn’t
know that I could become this, each
node of the spine another spine, each
window another eye. Read yesterday that
the universe might be a loop, and I thought of
the coiling hallways of our tiny spaceship
Vancouver hotel room, and a manzanilla
olive he fed me in his summer apartment
kitchen with a spoon, salty and fat and pitted.
It is the universe bent back,
filled with sweet pimiento.
Amazing images