the streets were tired with too much sun
but we talked about the static in our heads
and the sound in our ears
was rain.

your room was cement.
cellphone-proof,
vibrationless.

our eyes invented ghosts
on the tinfoil ceiling
in the dark.

i tried to write my spine,
turn vertebrae to braille
and ask your hands
if we could be this close
without touching.

you couldn't read me.

[full title: the day we ate double-chocolate cookies in the light of your computer monitor]