Perfect by Adrienne Chung

Perfect

 

So that I cannot forget you even as I'm sleeping, I have devised

    a system which establishes in me the object permanence

you so desire in which the number of hours before the sunset

        of our affair is divided by my age in days. Visualized

as a blue cube, for crystallinity, the value is further divided six times,

      once for each of its faces, by the difference of the eleventh digits

of our internet protocol addresses. Should the resultant value

      be of odd denomination, let the degree of axial asymmetry

refract upon it the hue of its corresponding hex code such that

      one face of it achieves an opacity cloudy as the smoke

of our irreconcilable difference. In the event that it is even, it appears

      that I seem to have kept my promise in which I will always remember

the hollow of your hand, forever and just             sliding out of mine.