down in me

Right now, somebody is dying to email you.

Lucid white she says right now, I’m dying to email you.

She has no idea what she’s talking about.

She has no idea who you are.

The caffeine pills she popped twenty minutes ago are accelerating her heart rate and she’s confused the feeling with the rush of young love.

Right now, I’m dying to email you, she says.

Her eyes are large brown hazelnuts open wide. Her pupils are sucking light.

Right now.

Right now, she repeats.

Don’t do it, says the email client.

Don’t do it, says the computer.

Hold me, says the phone.

Caffeine makes her ribs feel like they do two clean days from a coke binge.

I know what I’m doing you guys.

Right now, she has no idea who you are.

I am an addict.

Oh hi. Oh hi it’s you. It’s you again. Hi. Hi, how are you? How have you been? Have you been well? Are you doing well? Are you? Doing? Doing well? Oh, it’s great to see you. Really great. Great. And you’re doing well. You’re doing so well that’s great. That’s really great. Great. Great.