Digital World
Texting at 7:00 pm.
Is almost too late.
People are washing dishes.
They are tired with wrinkly hands.
If I texted anyway,
Maybe the shadows would leave.
Texting at 9:00 pm.
It’s never ok, it’s always too late.
If I had texted at 7:00…
Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad…
If I texted at 1:00 am.
They would hate me forever.
No one would ever text again, and I would die in a car accident alone, and no one would show up to the funeral.
So at 1:00 am, I write and scribble nonsense in a journal.
I cry into the journal.
Which is a little more satisfying than a crying emoji, anyway.
I keep the journal in a drawer.
That cannot be deleted.
Unlike most things in this digital world.
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