We sit in the library computer lab.
I’m reflecting horses across a vertical
axis, Googling the hotkeys in Adobe
Illustrator, while you assemble
a presentation on a show you love.
For practice, you read it aloud
to me as I adjust the angle on some
poor thoroughbred’s vector mane.
I recognize one of the names
you say. I look from my computer
to yours, then to you, your face.
We blink at for a minute, then ten,
then half an hour, laughing –
we were raised in the same
golden field of niche Internet
micro-celebrities. Our paths
must have crossed so many times
with no clue at all. We must look
a lot like my horses, the same warm
shapes mirrored to face one another
across a not-so-endless meadow
of pixelated screens.