If you receive a text East of 3 AM
Con/Jur/d, 2/4/2022

2:23 22°

If you receive a text from me in the
middle of the night, East of 3 AM, 
saying "I love you, I'm Sorry, I saw a 
scintillating chariot emerge from the 
dark dark between the stars and you’re 
the first one I wanted to share it with, 
I was talking to the tree again, not any 
hairy with me I mean happier! GOOD 
damn autocorrect, replace good with 
gods and you'll see what I mean"

Understand, beyond the misspellings,
the all--caps, the sense you get, 
you don't know-how, or why, the words 
were blurred from tears or rain sliding 
across the glowing screen, obfuscating 
my texting, further past the excuses like, 
I never meant to send it, 
I was drunk, too sober, 
I changed my mind again and again, 
I shouldn't be documenting everything, 
the wind from inbetween touched-down 
around us as it emerges from the vast empty, 
distracted me, you know how my ADHD 
is, was waiting to tell you when we saw 
each other IRL,  I realized I was 
dreaming and you were taken, lifted up 
の
I forgot to hit send, I sent it to the wrong number 
when I woke up you ghosted me, and if 
you really are an extension of me, what 
about those unresolved and forgotten parts 
of me that left without a forwarding...
 
Wait! Wait. THERE'S SOMEONE coming 
Yes, yes I know it's the middle 
of a long sleepless night, 
but my fingers have become numb
I can't text, and all six of 
yours are so thin and delicate,

Could you finish this for me?

Yes, tell them I meant every word of it, 
and yes it doesn't change anything, 
maybe it'll help them feel less alone.

Who's it to? Why you, of course.

Just hit send