I am unspooling a string behind me, leaving
a glistening deposit whenever I pause,
a throbbing glob like the glue that affixes
one spider web strand to another.
The thread glows on the bloodshot map
of the city laid across your eyes.
Note the pattern it forms as every day
I follow the same path back and forth,
crossing the same streets, entering
the same buildings, etching my route
deeper and deeper into your consciousness.
Trace the shape with your finger. Trace
my path through the invisible maze.