Fact: I have five fingers on one hand
now but I can remember
when your five spider-latched onto mine
to glide over the world with more surface
area. Fact: you told me the universe is chronicled
in braille but our spider-hands
could decode it without touching.
Fact: my vision is foggy
still but your reading glasses crept
into my gaze, sliced
into my retina and slurped
away the blurriness. Your clarity
your fact too faultlessly
seamless to be real.