Thursday, January 29, 2015

monologue

"What's it like, long distance?"


 Long-distance? Oh just, you know...
...A vital line stretched to screaming...

With internet and Whatsapp and things...

..The scream disperses—mid-throat, mid-call, mid-Hold on, someone's calling let me check'…

And we're so rushed these days...

…I feel the agony of hours when a text isn't returned, maybe not even seen…

People keep telling us we're the couple they're pinning their hopes on (haha)…

…All our irony can't save us from expectations, theirs or our own…

But yeah, honestly, I think it's good. Gives us our space, you know?

…The spaces of texts unsent, stored as drafts, to be sent at any time...




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