BY ESME KUNDANIS-GROW; ILLUSTRATION BY LIZ BRENT
S c a n.
Visit from a distance.
I want to take out my measuring tape and place it on your
S T E R N U M
Extend it to your computer, and feel the
that newly courses through my once plastic strip.
It feels like intimacy, right?
I’ve touched this new bloodline,
so inevitably we’ve had a conversation,
and you might look at me eventually.
Your E Y E S might cycle
and then I’ll see you.
Albeit, there will be an unconscious blur that camouflages
my presence and therefore lacks any kind of
stable reference point.
You’ll s k i p over the imprint of my body,
sturdy on the other side of the table,
and I’ll feel a disappointment in your
body’s stagnation and inability to separate out from digitization.
I want to SHAKE YOU!
I want to dive both hands into your chest, and feel your heartbeat.
I want to do this. I want to do this for you.
The space buzzes,
and I see a bridge between your body and the glowing interface.
It’s now a conversation, and I am almost in focus.
I feel a snap,
the bridge collapses,
and I see you on the other side.
My body swings backwards into my seat,
my hands quietly follow,
falling across my lap.
stay trapped in my throat.
Esme Kundanis-Grow is a dance artist based in the San Francisco Bay Area.