THE INTERNET IS LIKE SEX BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS HOW IT REALLY WORKS/ Jared Dawson
He kisses gently at Stephen’s neck. When a crystal forms, it is because of the attraction of molecules, tiny particles calling out across the distance to one another. They seek out arrangements to align themselves.
Scientists are still not sure why they do this, but I cannot help but think of a conversation I have never had with Robert Hass where he explains to me the full meaning of desire being full of endless distances.
The distance of a state or road or building or the distance between the language of my hand the language of your back.
When, with one arm around Stephen’s waist, and the other wrapped around his neck, he enters Stephen, and Stephen breaths out hard and low, he hears him say “every solid thing is a crystalline structure.
The difference between my skin and yours are the different lattices our molecules have formed. I will say this plainly, I have grown tired of distance.”
There is a place just outside language where I think the thing is waiting. It will look like a pony, hobbled at a stake. It is chewing at the grass. Its teeth click as it tears out bunches of grass, hods of earth still attached.
Jared Dawson is a dinosaur wrangler living in Atlanta, GA with his dog, Gus. He is also a wizard. And a ghost on the internet.