On the page, a man the size of a letter
wears a white necktie and a dark suit.
Next to him, a woman the size of a letter, too;
she wears a white scarf and a black gown.
Not a punctuation sign but a mark
of accentuation written between two lovers.
He says, “I am a single bone under the skin of a letter.”
She says, “I too, am a letter, but I have a curved hipbone.”
See them on the white bed of a page, how they hyphenate,
how they will create language together.