5.4.21

 

Listening to screens

I'm zooming out, listening to humans

spilling their minds through the screen.

my gaze falls away out the window I gaze.

I can easily detach. Fill me up

with your thoughts. I have nothing to add.

Curated screens swirl in and around me.

Created perspectives reliant on being

seen by me. But I don't know you and

you can't see me. We met here

yet still separate. A screen in between

you and me. A screen is the

centennial way to be seen.

You have gorgeous eyes. Thank god

they are seen by millions. But in a 

screen, really what can they see?

A woman with pretty eyes? What

does that mean? You tell the story of

a man who won't let you just sit.

Doesn't he know your pretty is just not 

for him.. He saw you not through a screen

and now he'll never forget.