exaltation, exasperation
that's how were separated
in our nation
the happy stick together
and the fed up stay alone
everyone's always on their phone
miscommunication is
the cause for most things
we would rather text
instead of give them a ring
that leads to hurt people and
hurt people hurt people and
if we could help it
would we stop being sheeple?
we've become familiar with this
intoxicating life of
never thinking twice and
thinking you're above
but in "reality".. If it can even be called that
were all the same
whether or not we know the names
of the people that surround us
fact is, someone surely found us
and put us together for a reason
maybe we each represent a different season
that would make sense wouldn't it?

Extension Cords
By Grace Espinoza

Extension cords
Kiss our spines—
Once outlined and defined
By cotton soft lips—
Dangling, extended, from slender necks

Familiar buzz of tandem heartbeats
Replaced by rumbling monitors
Deafened by the constant hum
Of clicking fingertips

I cannot reach through glass
To trace that smile
Conform it to the memory
Of greedy palms

Cannot wrap my arms
Around you
To set your worries to sail

Connected
Strings of words said
But never meant
Blinded by the bright glow
Monitors casting shadows
On what could have been