Electricity (Critique 7)

Inspired by Mike Doughty's "From a Gas Station Outside Providence"

caresses

Electricity, Man Ray

filtered through the glaring light
of webpages
you are not connected
to the internet
thin line of imagined closeness
like a dark corridor between
two houses in suburbia
that look exactly the same

fierce keyboard touches
such empty bodies
I kiss you with
cell phone lips
Mark Zuckerberg is in control
of my relationship
and I want to beg for it back

smiley face, winky face, heart
I love you
eight letters
three words
what font? what size? what spelling?

I want
the smell of your neck
when your cologne mixes with
your sweat
I want
your caterpillar scruff
when it coaxes my jive

the royal blue bannered filter
for socially awkward gestures
of love
interrupts

the electricity dances inside me
and dies
before it gets to you