You’re Breaking Up

by Mareth Burns

We are talking-
                       talk-
                we-
   ….
Back again, talking
in mixed up pixels,
I rebuild your face in my mind’s eye
I frame you sitting at
a distant window looking
                    , watching
                                                 Your smile blurs
        ….
I call you from across town
on the other side of the upside down
we’re hanging out-
different dimensions,
cubist, right? Little boxes
                      Can you - ?
You’re-
                   “What did you do today?”
What answer is there
I walked all the way back to my room
picked up my phone and called you
and I talk: Like This Now, projecting
                   fracturing protection
from-
                      Will I still know how to talk after this?
                      Will you know me? Will I know you?
We are talking
and my words come in bursts,
typing, like:
“Another day living out history!”
“I really hate this, hahaha!”
“…”
I want
           I-
                    ……  All that I am-
         -do you understand?
and I see myself only in this glass
smeary with thumb prints,
longing for somewhere else to be.
When I go outside
the sky feels like a lonely prayer
and I want to crumble like dust,
dance into the air
                                       Are you still there?