love that works hard to live

June 29, 2020

Six states away and I can hear his heart beating
Our love, telepathic
We are always so far from each other
our brains have learned to make up the space
Long electrical currents have held us awake all this time
I have spent more time away from my partner than we have
spent shocking each other’s synapses
Our love, a battery-powered thing
we had to crank out so much energy at first
We thought our hands would cramp, but did not understand that
our hearts would soon feel like wounds
the way our counterparts’ power plant around us is difficult
They make us trip over their cords, trying to urge us that the
fumes were supposed to help us breathe better
Our love is a short-circuit lightning bolt
Even across state lines, I can feel the warmth of fork meeting
electrical outlet and smile
I lean out the window to say I love you in morse code and his
voice travels back in tiny megabytes
Our love, dependent on wifi and quality headphones
logging on to Facebook is going the extra mile
Humans ask us how we do it and we explain that we have to
electric eel our relationship, finessing so carefully as to not encite
a power outage
leaving each other standing in the dark

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