Our Little Preferences #2
Fragmentation
of our lives.
Every details
speaks volumes.
Same city,
different time zone.
Every good night to me,
is another good morning to you.
180 Meridian
You are a man of science.
Radiochemistry,
Nuclear medicine.
Built-in rationality.
I am a woman of philosophy.
Communication,
art-house cinema.
Sensuality in disguise.
Our identities,
façades of representation,
curated with dedication.
Sentiment,
is our common disadvantage.
A flaw in the system,
a fly in the ointment
The way,
you see through your brown liquid,
is my way I see through my translucent smoke.
Dimensions frozen,
physics no longer effective.
That night at your place,
over jazz music
and delicate cuisine.
I saw you,
looking straight at me,
piercing through my soul.
I knew,
but I never speak of it.
We are pretty much the same,
despite our preferences.
