I keep my phone face-down for an hour. The silence starts to itch.
I make coffee, I forget I made it, scrolling while it cools. You post
a photo of the ocean and I almost smell the salt air. I remember
the waves and how they sound in real time. That is not easy to do
these days—to be anywhere completely.
To keep vanishing
mid-sentence,
to listen past the hum of notifications.
To believe anyone
Is telling the truth—
that is no easy to do these days.
