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.

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]