The shapes of familiar bodies, such as states and letters, seem to have taken shape. I lie in bed awake, kept awake by the states yelling at me for not remembering their exact shape.
Does Arizona have a bend here or there? Am I remembering it flipped? I mix it up as easy as p’s and q’s.
The states wage war on each other for my favoritism, the states that I cannot remember fight against those who I love.
For my loved ones safety, my family my friends,I must know the shape of everything.