What to do? What to do?
with this dates in my head
stretching up to here and there:
right there, right here
in between, right beneath
somewhere, somewhere
in here.

But What to do, what to do
with this letters that stretch
from my fingers onto a screen
and the ink never fades
nor the ink
ever dies,
it just transports from here
and there, somewhere in here
somewhere in there
right beneath a screen,
No, right inside a screen
like my head.

like my head
full of curls that straighten when I think
and the ideas fade but not the ink
the ink continues coloring
a hair – black or brown
I can’t tell.

I can’t tell
if black or brown is the table
where I write,
or if it’s silver like computer type
that goes and sits
on my lap and laps
my attention
with a flash

with a flash from a picture
of you and I,
playing with Instagram
building memories
and dates
imprinted in my mind
right here, right there,
right beneath somewhere,
somewhere
in here

into my chest.

Written by: february 13, 2014

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