Throw the phone in the ocean, stop words from
flowing codes in, deliver a message:
What happened to the voice of my friendships?
Share with me the secret formula for
socializing in a digital age.
Am I getting old, or tired of this
lack of love and communication with
my generation? I can’t comprehend
the millennial messages or memes
shared and everyone saying it’s the “same”
but you’re not all the same. You’re special but
I wish you would just say what you wanted
with breath-warmed lips, not keys that blip so loud
with loneliness. Kiss me with words full of purpose.
Throw the phone in the ocean,
throw yourself in the ocean,
wash your face with salt, taste the minerals on your human tongue
and forget that you were ever attached to that thing.
Let it sink
to the bottom of the reef, step on it
with bold toes, then breathe in air,
fill your lungs with the stuff, and let yourself scream
a scream that Siri can’t recognize, can’t compute,
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that”.
It’s okay, let everyone look at you
like you’re crazy, at least they’re not looking at the screen.
Look at the scream.
The bitter, human scream.
