Read into it what you will,
Lockdown persists and we are all part,
for good, of this history.

Stories that pile and mount in isolation
tell me something. I cling to the internet
and sell myself cheaply. I want, you all

to know we are here. waiting for summer
to feel the warmth of a touch so much even
in passing where we occupy

a space in digital form. Binary
queues of humans 2m networks
who don’t fit into the world.

Go on, tell me something, you know you want to.

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