put a box down for a cat
this must be what the keyboard is
always typing and
i feel like im tricking myself into believing that
this is comfortable.
that this is getting me somewhere.
each key a minute, an hour,
all this time but not getting any closer.
put a keyboard down and
i trick myself into thinking
its anything but bad
soothing or something.
it is helpful to remember
necessary to know
that even things that can’t be counted
or kept track of
or measured in any meaningful way
are just as important as these dull
i tell myself i dont have time to read
i dont have time to write
about these things that
make me happy but
when i dont, that mindless
can bring me down.
i think about a time when people wrote letters to each other to
just write letters to each other to
ask each other how they were but
they really cared what the other person said and
they waited for their response
and awaited their response with
some eager disability of
a time when things weren’t so damn
i think i walked into the trap
the glassy-eyed zombie
the screen queen
i think we lost sight of were we were
when we started looking into those
and pretended we saw
anything more than a screen.