Interface
Meredith Danton
Your laptop next to my laptop on the bed
We chit chat in tap talk
while our elbows hob nob [and our knees gossip].
CPU BTUs radiate across the sheets
till the currents converge where your big toe
meets mine.
Your finger on the mouse pad strokes a nerve
in my optic field.
I tilt and swerve
sending the screens rocking.
Waves of LED like Pink Floyd
laser lights
kick and flood from wall to wall.
Our frisky shadows melt into the rave.