Tuesday, June 24, 2008

text chronicles









(inspired by aiken's text poems and written in memory

of all the phones i loved and lost. haha.)

bleep (!)

reduced
to a random beep on your phone
i blink in and out of existence
on those scant seconds
you pause pick up your phone
and read my words
i become a person
worthy of your bemused smile
but not interesting enough
for a reply
just some bored sender
faceless
nameless
listless
until the next...

beep.

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text

the damn thing lights up again
i crane my neck to check
breaking the pretense
of not giving a shit
about whether you text or not
your name flashes
i itch
but wait 2 minutes
before i reach for it
a forwarded message
recycled words
pseudo-sincerity
in a broken-up paragraph
and yet
it makes my day

ahay.

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