FOR HOURS IT’S BEEN YEARS
by Jared Pearce
I’m watching how you follow
Your book, tap your screen, seeking.
I’m watching how your drifting
Ripples you away from me.
I’m wishing you’d drop your anchor
In my gut, the chain straining taught
So the internet’s rip tides would be
The force we conquered, tying each
Other to our masts and cramming our ears
With only our names, or that you’d be
The Scylla grappling me, tearing this
From this in a rush of ecstasy,
Making love understood, receivable, like
That boy who, discovering his parakeet
Belly up, whanged on its cage, screaming,
Get up, Birdie, Get up!
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