In 2022
we discovered humanity
I like hyperbole
We found them
learning to be
while doing
everything-ly
failing and looking
for more

trials
and those
tribulations
a single use word
speared into
by whom

let's work the room
see who's bluster
capitalizes the moment
in my abandonment
of you to bombs
and artillery

Ahm always
tryin' to make
someone
feel hole

Ahm all about
that reeling
unexpurgated
hole

I feel as if
I know you
something
hole plus

and to
the degree
I feel
your absence

Not being human
is easy
apparently
I have it down pat

dropping in
self esteem
I wonder
how to breathe

there is laughing
a side to my fear
oh i didn't want
and I disappear

You are deaf
and in a rush
otherwise
I would
send you this poem

and know
you wouldn't
read it
whilst thinking
what a////
slashing me

and you squish back
to central now
where the vibe
and the fits
are clear

and nothing else\
well me
is dear

You and I only exist now.  Though that’s a squishy statement since I am writing this in my now and you are reading it in yours.  

What is the temporal connection between our nows.  The fierceness of now is not overcome by our distance.  Or our different calendars.  Is now held here in this almost physicality of looks-like-print?

Isn’t this is-now-between-us not the same somehow as where your hand rests as you read what my hands type is now? I’m still trying to ask that question. Abbreviations.

What wants to be felt that is lost in this small wire?

My skin would brush against yours.

You would not say
late things
to an early bird
the idea is absurd

this might be empty
tho
of well you know
but look no

don't look
at me
whilst i whittle
away to almost far enuf

I was just thinking
and then I realized
I should be having ***
instead
still I'm thinking
and typing
and you're reading
this might not  
be ideal