Have you received
All my invisible messages to you?
And are you
About to reply?
I took your phantom phone calls
And collected all the non-existent letters from the post office
Tied them with heartstrings
And stored them inside me
For a more convenient moment,
One where I can cry at length, and undisturbed
At what I know you will disclose.

I am a cyberwoman
Delete, delete, delete.
It's true, I do remove
The too, too much.
I rearrange, and chop, and change,
I know that you will always read
The sigh between the lines,
And maybe you, too have things that you have written,
then hidden away.
Maybe, you, too, are frightened of
The neversaid, the ever left unread.