Listen> by Cassie Tongue

point-click type here, press the ʻenterʼ key so loudly i can barely hear the voices screaming into mobile phones (no one cares that dinnerʼs at seven sharp and that heʼs late again, that cad) and i just want to scream rip the phone from your ear and throw it into an espresso machine. static hums and confettis the air and i think iʼm forgetting how to talk to someone face-to-face and even when i pull you away to a silent place and look in your eyes i still hear the street and its pitched, cellular shrillness and i know the roast is getting cold.