And lately, I haven’t been  
able to tell the spiders from their wisps. 
One parachuted into your coffee, and instead of dumping it  
you stirred, and said I am unencumbered  
by solitude. Said it is easier  
to incorporate with something you can touch, so let’s  
not speak so much. As for days I can count 
on you’re in all of them. Quit  
retreating when I say so. Quick salutations to the flatmate  
who pops into frame as you open the door,  
but come back. Before I eat the cold  
papayas in the icebox.