Christopher Linforth

Algorithmic Heart

I never really understood how the Bacon number worked, how Kevin was so close to Chaplin. You told me Tippi Hedren starred in Marnie, some film about a woman who mistrusted men and froze at the sight of the color red.

Typing actors into the screen is pointless, in a way. Like the time I didn’t come home, too saturated with vodka to care about you. I wanted to see the stars with her, to determine the shape of the universe.

You were always too cold in the night, and even when I offered my warmth, you polarized us through Doppler effect—the spectra of our bodies shifting red then blue.

Christopher Linforth