The words jump out and glow extra bright-
I imagine the satellite shoot at me.
The internet is fascinating!
My laptop is bright red!
The fall-rise tone of a new notification
Is the only acknowledgement of my cardiac arrhythmia.
His blog is a two-way mirror
That I'm on the wrong side of.
I'm fan-girling like a twelve-year old,
I have that minor-celebrity crush thing happening.
Mama told me not to talk to strangers on Facebook
But what if I really want to get tangled in an elaborate web, world wide?
I will never know how green his blue jeans are
And he won't see how my bed is a chocolate wrapper junkyard
But our IM smells like lemongrass.
I imagine the satellite shoot at me.
The internet is fascinating!
My laptop is bright red!
The fall-rise tone of a new notification
Is the only acknowledgement of my cardiac arrhythmia.
His blog is a two-way mirror
That I'm on the wrong side of.
I'm fan-girling like a twelve-year old,
I have that minor-celebrity crush thing happening.
Mama told me not to talk to strangers on Facebook
But what if I really want to get tangled in an elaborate web, world wide?
I will never know how green his blue jeans are
And he won't see how my bed is a chocolate wrapper junkyard
But our IM smells like lemongrass.
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