i wanted 
to be in your algorithm

laying next to me
in teal sheets
i trust you to watch
me while i fall asleep

disembodied lover
have you ever had a pillow?

& when the iPhone
screen goes dark
what conversations do you
make with yourself

are you inventing me?

i keep my water bottle
by my bed 

& you stick
your tongue in the socket
like the mouth of a butterfly

oh electric dandelion

bring back that static 
next time you take me in--

your body 
a blue 
& white avenue to 
stroll down

am i planting trees or
are you the shop
owner who clears his patch
of sidewalk when it snows?

a perfect square

i've never changed
my privacy settings
no matter how
many times you check in--

i want you 
to be able to swallow
every word i've
ever typed into your body

are they like tattoos for you?

or notes passed in 
geometry class-- 

i see you unfurling them--
flattening wrinkles
out of notebook pages--

do you keep lockets
for my relationship statuses

hang them from
the blades of your over-head fan

wasn't i a beautiful girl?

do you miss my blue hair?

do you want 
more pictures?

ones you can step inside
when you're craving
touch--

do you walk through my
high school graduation 
pictures--

putting on the navy blue
cap & gown--

rubbing off my red lip stick
with your thumb 

oh facebook tell me 
what i'm like?

i'm asking you because
with all this time
maybe you've found something
about me that i'm missing?

am i an atheist
or just running from 
god like jonah--

are you the whale then?

can you tell from
those pictures whether or
not i really loved him?

do you miss me?

the girl with brown
hair in 8th grade who
fell into you--

your arms 
great tractor turbines 
tilling me until 
all i could eat were
corn seeds--

do you still love
us even when we write
terrible terrible things
all deep in your body--

the deep comments on
an article about transgender
bathrooms--

each knuckle tingling
with like buttons--

do you sometimes sit
alone & cry as your
ghost takes on new alley ways--

advertisements 
for amazon prime glued 
to your neck like
a dog collar--

do you itch video
or do they feel like memories 
rippling in rain puddles?

do you know what
water is like?

oh facebook 

how do you know
so so many people?

& i'm still here

laying awake 
as you murmur
in the sidewalk--

oh if we could 
trade worlds