2026 - 004 Poetry | Your Answer to the Question I’ve Asked

Horizontal for two hours. Delayed in the terminal. I can't decide which one of us is the daydream. Watching you lie there on the carpet. Your body is a slow-moving ball on the floor caught by my eyes, frame by frame. That's how you want to be loved, you said. Frame by frame. In layers. In a palette. A chord I can pluck. Make echoes in succession. But unlike echoes, you want to become clearer as…