She’ll do it
any second now
in the box
influx of information something
forward to reach an end
That’s a command to
a two way etcetera
cause I don’t have time for you either
When, un-soil ten-thousand years ago
ice sheets and ice men wandered
a place glacial
sparse, unconcerned with when one would reply.
They didn’t have to.
They always answered their emails.
Answer my fucking email.
Connected, simplicity takes
little effort lest the keystrokes so listen:
If I don’t receive the parking pass you promised in the next thirty minutes I’ll be forced to put my auto on the road where signs say no-go. Please.
Tapped foot to minutes tick
still the weight
only so much social to peruse
til the key turns
and I come to you.
Please respond in kind so I