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
Just hit send y’all,
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 2/4/2022