My dad the merchant mariner used to be so far at sea that to let him hear our voices we had to send him cassette tapes.
On the tapes I am always asking questions and on the tapes there is not yet a reply.
Do you like to go on the swing with me?
I am trying to understand the technology by using it wrong.
And if I am entertaining it is because of my mistakes.
I am sitting at a table with a big party of people who aren’t there.
But I do love them and want to feed them and to move with them in forms of vigorous dance.
Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean I’m excused from my duties as host.
Just because I am a host doesn’t mean I won’t animal eat you!
Though I have tamed myself enough to carve out letters something there is (still) that does not love that wall.
Scraping letters onto a rock with a smaller rock my mother taught me to write my last name.