RJ--all we see--matters

Amy switched off the power strip with her toe and the river stopped midstream as the monitor died. It was about five a.m., and she had wrapped another night. She counted over her class schedule that day: Physics at eight, Chem at ten, English Lit at three. And there were a few assignments she hadn't taken care of yet, too. Finals were coming up and she still hadn't recovered from the disasters of the midterm.

Then she smiled. If she followed Anna's suggestions, she wouldn't have to worry about those classes anyway. More. She would understand what it meant to be connected, to share the orbit of her electrons with someone who loved her. Amy leaned back and slowly ran her fingers against her arm. What would it mean to lose the boundaries of her skin entirely, to escape these trivial bonds and enter into the passion Anna promised her? To merge into a love so powerful, so electric that it would consume everything? To let go.

in banks / below the river / changes inform / our breathing / thus we know / precisely what / matters

if there are / other waters / we can not / know them / all we see / in rivers / is their presence