Time is g a p t o o t h e d and I see you
Between skinny whens
A Monday-to-Friday sandwich
Fillings
Feelings
Spilling out

Sometimes our whens grow bloated
And I miss the pinpricks of your upturned mouth
Popping the bulging bubblewrap balloon of minutes, countless
As atoms floating inside

And then: when our whens are
Skinny
The corners of yours and the curves of mine
Shape a helix
And time is gapteeth sealed shut and curtains
Of lips
Part to reveal pearlescent togetherness: we

Ever
So
Softly
Slink
Inch
Brinking on breaking
All these damn clocks in the house because skinny or elephantine
The whens cease to mean
Anything
Anything at all
Because time stands still

Originally published on Medium