If she were shooting
photos day
by day, she would look 

for you in two-way skyway
motion, would need to
actually see you, then find 

a way to take your image
without being exposed. 

Impossible. You’re nowhere 

near here. Not yet. Not ever
going to take cover 

on this second floor winter
salvation. No, she has it
too easy— 

this corner table, this pen,
that imagination, the taking
a network of secret lines.