When I saw that you had updated your status just seven minutes ago to ‘is going to lie down in the park,’ I grabbed my blanket and left. I knew that you had probably brought a water bottle and pair of sunglasses, but here on the opposite side of the planet the owls were out and I carried my keychain flashlight for where the streetlights were spent. I lay down in the park with the blanket overtop my body, not underneath it (like I needed another layer between the two of us!). I thought about your own body so close to mine, separated only by atoms, my clothes, the earth’s crust, upper mantle, mantle, outer core, inner core, and then the outer core again, the mantle, upper mantle, crust, your own blanket probably, your shirt, your atoms. Apart from all those things, we were touching. I fell asleep in the park, my stomach aligned with yours, my legs touching your legs, my head resting on your own, my palm overtop your palm, a few layers between us.
