the map must be flat so fingers can land unbiasedly

Pinch the thumb and forefinger together and it will bring the sleeping places ahead closer. My dad taught me that. He worked on a submarine. It’s similar to watching Peruvians pass by a blue door rectangle in a café titled Ayahuasca. Life is framed romantically when only seeing a pie second through a blue Peruvian door frame. This trip will be romantically titled “thumb and forefinger.” It starts and remains in a blue house near the blue sky in a blue Peruvian door frame. In this frame is Youjia. She lives in the blue house near the blue sky standing in front of the blue wall. She will give you 80 albums of Andean music and will practice flute and guitar all day. She wears smiles and pays for the apple, orange, kiwi, and aloe vera juice I had this morning. Christiano too is in this frame. He wears unlonely Italian smiles and laughs. He will love Cusco so much that he will pick up every piece of littered plastic in this plastic bottle society. Blinking could cause a missing of Alex. He wears 60 years wisdom. He will tell me of the Apus, the mountains prophecies. He shows me his cuys, in American language guinea pigs, and told me to see the Sacred Valley through his magnifying glass. Rocio walks more slowly through the door frame. She wears words such as “Your look is crazy” and “I robber me if I sleep.” She barters Spanish for English. Alegria is a better word than happiness, just as tranquilo is a better word than peaceful. Maybe the unchanging background will be titled “the blue house porch.” I’m just starting to say my goodbyes, for today, things feel like a pie second. But it’s a berry pie which happens to be my favorite. Thank you Pacha Mama.