text me
i like e-sex
lonely in low living-room light
tapping my alphanumeric flex
on my couch at any hour
i touch myself and my cell
and i know well you are
awaiting me in your new message hell
a veritable swell in cyberspace
we send our words in cellular simultaneity
mine vibrates upon arrival
i wonder what yours does
in my blue-green LCD infatuation
i'm tuned in to your e-station
i wait for your text to come and i go
all e-dumb
for what's next
--
Bob Marcacci
"text me" first appeared in Mad Hatters' Review...
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