Two Internet Detached Professionals
this is the time
when we converge
in space
internet hands
eyes
pretending to hear
mozart's serenade
not only that
claiming to watch
me
masturbating.
as i too
not to be outdone
or outwitted
claim to hear
her laugh out loud
her own
immeasurable
loneliness.
qui ts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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