Throw the phone in the ocean, stop words from

flowing codes in, deliver a message:

What happened to the voice of my friendships?

Share with me the secret formula for

socializing in a digital age.

Am I getting old, or tired of this

lack of love and communication with

my generation? I can’t comprehend

the millennial messages or memes

shared and everyone saying it’s the “same”

but you’re not all the same. You’re special but

I wish you would just say what you wanted

with breath-warmed lips, not keys that blip so loud

with loneliness. Kiss me with words full of purpose.

Throw the phone in the ocean,

throw yourself in the ocean,

wash your face with salt, taste the minerals on your human tongue

and forget that you were ever attached to that thing.

Let it sink

to the bottom of the reef, step on it

with bold toes, then breathe in air,

fill your lungs with the stuff, and let yourself scream

a scream that Siri can’t recognize, can’t compute,

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that”.

It’s okay, let everyone look at you

like you’re crazy, at least they’re not looking at the screen.

Look at the scream.

The bitter, human scream.