I hate that even if I could Read your mind We exist at the same time. I could try To focus Listen, lean in Find the subject Follow the fugue But no matter how hard I strain Our thoughts coexist I could never hear your thoughts Over my own anxious bullshit.
When I was little, I used to be so afraid of technology advancing at such a rapid pace that we might get the ability to read each other’s thoughts. I laughed, I cried, then–I slept easy. My adult friends, “parents” they self-labeled, laughed when I brought it up; they never worried about this fable. […]