my body becomes a little numb
when i seek out your work,
to read,
like a nerve pinching inside my spine.

i don't want to read
your words,
but they still stick to my lungs.

you write such brilliant poetry!

i should just take my cues
from you & delete
all the ways we can communicate
with each other from my digital brains.

your silence shatters my eardrums,
i-get-it.

but your writing is too delicious
to not consume for breakfast
(along with my oatmeal and word salad
garnished with almonds).

your words still make my brain vibrate,

i think you can see the conundrum.