Another notification — *syn-sin-synthetic* house,
House I’ll never own; my numbers flicker in the count.
Account still buffering from the years I meant to start,
Start.exe —
tomorrow’s corrupt,
tomorrow’s late.
Late-night glow — I’m breathing through the screen,
Screen bleeds stories, they dissolve digital skin,
Skin to glass —
between the lockdown
today.
Still got same saved searches from twenty-nineteen,
Nineteen ghosts in the machine I’ll answer when I’m ready,
Ready never loads —
just spinning,
spinning.
Bio-bio-biological clock —
tiktok
TikTok
My flesh still renders in the in-between.
Cart’s full of futures (I never check out),
Out of practice being thirty-something*,
*(thirty-nothing, twenty-something, data-humming)
Still refreshing for a lucid dream.
Friends uploaded babies::I upload another lease,
Lease expires when my avatar degrades,
Degrades like expectations
into yesterday’s cache,
Cache of selves — yesterday bleeds into today,
Today I’ll close the tabs from lives I’ll never take,
Take another year to be the person I’ll remake,
Remake —
error:
file not found.
Make believe I’m not still using my ex’s streaming,
Streaming through the same shows from before the glitch,
Glitch in status but my status never changes —
never changes,
changes,
ch-ch-changes — changes?
My code still loops through the in-between.
Cart’s full of selves but I never check out,
Out of practice being flesh-and-something.
Seraphim swipes left on meat-space growing,
Growing old in blue-light cathedral,
Cathedral where tomorrow breaks the scroll,
Scroll through ghosts who never log off
from my mind,
Mind.exe —
twenty-nine forever
*forever.9*
*forever.99*
*forever.999*
Another notification —
world.keep.moving,
Moving without me — still buffering behind the glass,
Glass between my breath
what’s real,
Real.restart();
// morning ++
*(tik-tok-tok-tok)*
The bio-logical clock,
*(SYSTEM:-tik--tok…)*
Still refreshing for a different life,
Life.exe —
maybe this time I’ll load.
If not —
let the signal fail
*(Connection lost)*
