on making time

Leave me. Alone!
i’m sick of my phone.
But also — stay.
please.

We’ve got puzzles to do
and your silly grin keeps me sane,
or at least
somewhere
in the vicinity of the ballpark.

i’ve lost count of the names
on the listes de choses à faire
life’s not fair
les coeurs en vrac sur les lignes —
a bittersweet affair
of love
and air.

you laugh
i freeze
you glitch

We solve!
and unsolve,
resolve to resolve the unresolved
dissolve,
reconnect
and solve again

crossed words adventuring on all axes
letters scattered in the static
one missed connection away
from a perfect present tense.

i say something half-wise,
eyes half open
hearts open wide.

i’ve been buffering for thirty minutes,
at the most inopportune of times.

bona nit,
you beautiful nerd —
We must trust
that our moment
will arrive.