Saturday, October 2, 2010

Follow Me

I'll draw you a map of the world!

Of course, all sorts of little landmarks will be noted. You'll recognize some: the firetruck in the playground, the moonlit tennis courts, the blanket by the lake in the thunderstorm.

But you have handwriting like my father: unreadable. How can I tell that you love me? And I'm a terrible artist. My people look like moons. My flowers look like stars. The arrow to my heart may be mistaken for a depiction of astrophysical turbulent convection. How will you find me? You could vanish in space, looking.

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