I want my hands to write to you with the same providence of a pearl diver. I want to write something that takes my breath away while I’m already holding it. Grasping is one of my favorite words. I want to link the pore rives in our fingerprints, so I can call them our relics. I want to get lost in a desert with you, so we can play Aladdin, and find out if we are some of the few, those precious few, that break out into song while undergoing severe heat exhaustion.