Press a flower in a book and it might stay there forever, but the smell, the celebration is gone. Just petals, flattened like a balloon you can’t even imagine inflated. I could never reduce you to fewer than three dimensions, but when my hands cover yours, they act as a sort of wax paper too, trying to preserve you right here, smack in the middle of our story, the part where it gets really good.
Shane Schick is the founder of a publication about customer experience design called 360 Magazine. He lives in Toronto with his wife and three children. You can find more of his work at shaneschick.com/poetry. Twitter: @shaneschick.