"Telegram", Felix Deng
i imagine you, mapped onto signals, unravelling
distances through undersea cables; only to fall
short of plexiglass. moving light, rendered
sans warmth, on my display. how strange:
this uncanny nearness; enough to hate the latency
and what paradox that makes distance fonder
i imagine love, quantized
into ink instead of bits
to journal the world
before the letters dried
come out from there, and love me
somehow our pixels
arrived, still-wet