A Jar of Bones

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I know that I can make your name from the letters of the alphabet.

I know.

But if I put five of those letters in a specific

order,

Like a code, or an algorithm, then mapped onto my brain like a j.peg

There you are.

I have lost 5 % of the pixels and each time I click

I click on your file more of you is lost.

If I re-arrange all alphabetically

from inspiration my you,

Then for a nanosecond –

At times, the hand moves away quicker than I can catch it and I have to wait.

I have taken roughly 4597 breaths alone.

They were rough. Especially this one.

When I watch the trace of someone's finger at a cash point

and I cannot help but learn their pin number,

I observe how we strangers are no closer upon the sharing of this intimate detail.

And then I know.

I know.

I was your intimate detail, displayed to others to prove your worth.

I was just buttons-

The same beep-

Same breath

Every time.