on my desktop 

i have a zip file of my soul
i'd like to show you. there is this video
of two flowers eating each other.
there is nothing on tv anyone
& the news anchors are very very tired.
i want to pluck them from the screen
& turn them into beanie babies 
for my collection. we could have a tea party
in the basement & i could give them
the latest death tolls & i could
invent some happy news. a hot air ballon 
will launch today with a basket full of snakes.
the snakes are heading towards heaven
& they are finally being forgiven. 
in another town, they gave up on the newspaper
& instead they just started printing the news 
in the wings of passing moths. 
the moths wander to our town 
& breed with other moths. the baby moths
are born with new headlines:
unrest grows as jesus is found in an electoral slam, 
You can makean elegant widow from canned fears,
pandemic shows new risks of how to say goodbye.
i read the moths as they pass by my face.
you should read every file on my computer
& tell me what sun sign i am.
the zodiac is full of hope. when i was born
crabs crawled out of every window
to welcome me. in my next life 
i will not be a crab but i will be
a .docx file on a desk top of the word "crab"
repeated over & over. how did this get here?
someone with the computer will ask. 
do not check my search history.
it's nothing that bad i just enjoy ASMR
more than i'd like to admit. 
no one talks softly anymore.
cartoons are comprised of a series
of shouts & screams. children are
double-clicking on my face & hoping
the new program will load. in this video game
the goal is to try not to over plan.
they say you should take it
one step at a time. i am walking
on glass. the glass is blinking.
the glass is a computer screen
& someone is trying to stream a movie
for free. we need more 
free content. a virus enters me
through my eyes. i thought i didn't dream last night
but now i'm picturing a small narrow escape tunnel 
& a voice inside myself telling me
i have to climb in if i ever want to escape.
there is a series of ornate boxs 
lingering underneath my bed. the moon
becomes a loading symbol. the spinning ball of death.
death is patience. how long can you wait
to open the newest shiny application?