I tried my best to follow the rhythm. However, I didn’t get to quite write these on the beat. I did like some of the ideas that came out of this week’s workshop, and I thought one of the poems is worth sharing!
Space between when contacts are all I have.
Aliens are the new people that, as an adult, I call friends.
My phone and text well are all I have left.
Why be lonely when I can mediate?
Why have a thought when I can chat instead?
My phone suggests that perhaps this is not a phase.