face recognition i kneel before the eye. my bones are a series of distances & i ask the iris to trace me. make a map of my features. how long is it from cheek bone to cheek bone? i wonder if you would be able to answer this if, in a second, you had to pluck my face from a bouquet. could you stare & know how wide my lips are? the crests of my brows? i want to be measured in your phantom knuckles & teeth. the eye sees me clearly like i've never witnessed myself. when you looked at me in the dark of the school yard in the dark of your bedroom in the dark of your back seat in the dark of the dark did you see what a technology does? all my features aligned to make a pattern. when you put your thumb to my chin did you plant a reference point there? i am not an eye at all but when i view your face you print a tangible wreckage. i blink & so does the eye. the eye asks me to hold still, so i listen. reads me quickly without hesitation. it knows where i am going & who i am going to be. you kissed my forehead as if i wasn't just a template & then you cupped another face after another face, pouring over them while i turned turned to a singular mirror dangling above a sink. i took a ruler & i measured the length of my nose. jaw height forehead width. all my featurers accounted for. i had to know more than you knew.