Hyperobjects in Love

Arctic icebergs drifting apart.

I think of you like I think of climate change: incessantly, helplessly, to no end.

One is always there, while the other refuses to come back. One sticks to every atom in the air. The other rejects friction, like teflon in a pan — technology designed for modern fears. One exists mainly in my molten brain, and the other is almost impossible to imagine. Yet both are violently real, there now and forever.

I’ve heard too much about global warming in the past year.

But never again from you.

Photo credits: Annie Spratt (unsplash) with Unsplash license