Skype’s First Double Jalus

Someday I will be sitting
And you will be sitting
Inside our respective screens

After years watching sound
Move each other’s mouths,
Two mirrors in infant mimicry,

With nothing more to say.

I will laugh when your yellow belt
Finally drops an empty knot
Where your waist used to be

And let my hair fall
A loose headless pile
On lettered keys.


One Response to “Skype’s First Double Jalus”

  1. eduardo says:

    I like the twist of, “…watching sound/Move each other’s mouths,” and also your closing stanza.

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