What X Equals

touch punctuates our skin. as we stumble through its the stale revisions.

stories better left for another day.

time parses our expectations. as we fumble with the knots in voices.

hungry machines left to idle again.

love pulls on the zippers beneath our flesh. unexpectedly opening concealed entrances.

awakening dormant monsters.

distance gathers its decimals. as we surrender to the lingering equations.

trust solves for the remainder.