Take it away from me:
Desire, Want, and Longing.
replace them with the glow of warm screens,
coiled cables running between my spine and the outlet, pulsing,
shaking, and quivering with static. sexless I gaze into the mirror
of the world, tempering an identity and philosophy against what lay
real in the palm of the earth -
gnarled dry fingers and tongues stroking
a belated sigh from the visceral trench in my lungs. the screen’s
touch reaches through cables and into my spine,
my vision clouded with electric fog and the Desire,
the Want, the Longing, ebbs and flows,
memory leaks pouring through my every orifice.
Take it away from me:
Desire, Want, and Longing.
replace them with a machine replica more suitable
while I dance in the electric fog.