blue light (a poem)
a stream of characters
beamed over the radio waves
to a tower
to a wire
to a data center
to a router
to a wire
to a tower
to your phone
i love you
the ether
silence
are you okay
how are you feeling
what’s new
i don’t think it’s depression
i think it might be the blue light
that keeps me from sleeping
and waiting for my phone
to light up
at any hour
from your response
8-22-22
