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Note: I wrote this poem almost exactly two years ago, but I found it randomly today!

I don't want to 'like' your comments,
witticisms, tweets, et cetera:

heartstrings are not digital,
hands are not
digital; mouths 
are not digital.

I'd rather not view 
your photos of Alaska -

but tell me how you imagined
being down there
in the water
amongst the whales;

tell me about the peaks, the caps
the bears, the beauty,
the waste...

Or don't tell me
at all.

I don't want to make a connection;
I want to feel it.

I could sit with you all day,
and we could do nothing
but feel everything,
and chuck
our computer screens

into the deep
blue
ocean.