because I still do not know these things

how I exist at all

(I die every so often or each moment, take your pick)

how communication works

(I can speak face to face but otherwise am lost)

how to move about

(I am gawkily awkward as if I’m always in a strange land)

and yet a friend will text at 2:55 am

with a reminder that I’m thought of

my presence wanted in some other place

so I make a playlist to send in my stead

and sit here in amazement

I’ll always be startled by evidence of love