Speak

It’s a long day when 

the cold persists

and a cold persists 

and there isn’t anyone to 

talk with.

Green dots are grey.
Green dots lie to my face.

Remote controls

and faces afar: people I know 

so well… 

With bodies I’ll never touch

And stories that are trapped

In electricity. 

But at least they 

talk. 

They are connected

I’ll never be afraid to cry to them.
When I laugh I'm not scared to
Show them all my teeth. 

Long days which 

Descend 

Crawling

Into 

Long nights. 

They’ll ease into mornings. 

You’ll see the light. 

Bright, warm days are ahead 

Spring doesn’t know how to wait. 

It’s everywhere, springing

Quick. 

Unpredictable. 

And then

When I want to talk 

I will have flowers to talk to 

And birds to sing me to sleep.
For

Although I know
That

Screens talk,

They do not speak.