Dots per Inch

Tiny glowing squares,

Fragments of memories scattered on a bitmap.

Staring at the cracked screen,

Ghosts of eyes and punching letters.

In these pixels we confide.

Beyond illusions,

The closer you get ,

The more I fade.

Snared in this pixellated blur of technological time lapse.

My insecurities are etched into representations.

My body withered into the manifold of my projection.

My touch into a comprehensible sensation.

Beyond recongnition,

Beyond recoveribility,

Transfixing into retinas,

Spiking into brains.


How do You see Me?

All of me reduced to square pegs?

But, Oh Darling, they can never fit into round holes.


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