Inventory #375: Eye cream
I drew my map on the wall, string to indicate the places I’d been, the places my woman had not been. Have you seen this woman? Did I love my friend enough? I worshipped her, yet we were competing. Now I’m on my own & she’s either lost or winning. She made her map like we used to make a secret—traceless—I can feel her moving. I close my eyes & try to draw a border around her.