Today's is a poem of imagination, in which I invent a whole new technology for seeking out those tiny spots of yard or skin that somehow have never been touched...
Inventing the Tactoscope Somewhere in my yard there’s a spot, a spot the size of a flickering thought, where no one’s foot has ever walked. Somewhere on my skin there’s an inch, an inch the size of a tiny pink pinch, where no one’s hand has ever touched. I imagine a tool that lets me see the empty cool of those deserted places, that lets me sink with one warm toe into that lonely spot of yard; that lets me lay a fingertip onto that chilly inch of skin. I imagine a tool called a tactoscope.
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