Rodrigo Toscano
Systems vs. Isolates
Everything locked in systems.
The system of nose appreciation.
The system of eye distractions per minute.
The system of hair curl unravelings per year.
The system of eyebrow separation length per one thousand foreheads.
It’s not easy to talk in systems
But a lot easier than isolates.
Who could love isolates.
The isolate of one curled up lip.
The isolate of one earlobe fading in violet sundown light.
The isolate of an eye pummeled by stellar photons.
It’s easy to confuse systems for isolates.
It’s understandable to want isolates over systems.
Who could love a neckline curving into a shoulder atop ten thousand torsos gliding over one hundred beaches.
Who could love moonlight beams skimming over one cheek’s surface.
Who could love epidermal condensation relieving isolated pores overwhelmed by morning summer dew.
Who could love five elongated drops of citrusy moisture sliding down a sternum one behind the other wicked up by briny ocean breezes at noon.
It’s not easy to surrender to systems
But a lot easier than defeating isolates.
Who could love the battle between systems and isolates.
Who could capture a breath of sandy hot yearning and release it upon silent request.