Chat Rooms
As the lights flicker in the room and
my fingers blazing, crack the keys, popping and
the chat room buzz is all docile now, and
morning light shows, dimming cables lose their artificial and
electrical glow. empty.
empty. I can only speak in electronic form. and
I smash the keyboard
I smash the keyboard and
look out of my dirty window..into the street at the people going to work.
the chat room buzz is all docile now.
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