Kerri Shying # 78 Fedex it to me then

Fedex it to me then

I send it and you

see it

then reply that runs

like tickertape from some old movie

from the ‘40’s Times Square all

across the top

of my mobile screen

the war is over

is it

are you meeting me I call

get dead black air

again

inky as the nights alone

piling up they spread

like dominoes

with all the spots concealed

how do you play a game with

no more information

than that one line

text

I missed

life defies

box sets and endings

just for shits and giggles

nothing more