by Kennedy M.

You've been running on my mind all day.

Not tired? my thumb niftly asks.

 

I set it right over and over and over and over... sometimes there's no

emoji that's good enough. My thumb slides over the sighing one.

 

It remains in draft.

 

The thumb presses a button on the side and the glaring rectangle blackens.

 

I know what you're doing.

I think I do. I know I'm wrong. I want to tell you. It's not hard.

Music for the sad man.

 

The yellow sighing face again.

Very Monalisa.

Monalisa on my mind lifts my spirits.

 

In an instant, I wish I could text.

Re-text? Re-draft?

 

The glare in my palm returns to life.

 

It's late.

12:08. My eyes confirm it.

The battery is below half.

 

My hand reaches for the roach.

It fires up.

 

I can't find your number.

Lower and lower and lower and lower.

Now I'm in Nov 29. It's Dec 05.

I panic, and swipe faster.

I find it.

 

The sighing emoji.

This time, relief.

 

I realize the genius.

 

Your absurdity today was epic. Sorry.

I start.

Then the apology. Come over on Monday.

And don’t fall. I subtly protest.

It drains me.

I stop and get it flying to you.

 

 

Kennedy M.

@KenGitau20