Read by Johnathon Williams
Mentally, we are in love with each other or chemically, however they say, our minds with minds of their own and nothing as old-fashioned as making a lover with a rib. But how do we keep from moving forward too quickly and what do we do with all the preciousness and time- lessness and sadness? Even history can't keep us. We keep inventing newfangled ways to be in the world. Just yesterday I overheard a husband say give me a vacuum to clean the orange sky. Imagine an antique computer. Imagine a zoomed-in, pixelated hurt. Let's be vegan. Let's drive a Prius. Let's find a robot to make our bed and bring us tea. My dear, I promise to homeschool you if you homeschool me. I am a 21st century wife. Tonight I'll touch you in some otherworldly way and we'll copyright it, youtube it, tell the general public this is our way of being modern. We know all the proper ways to evolve. Once we lived by the sundial, the wrist- watch, the harvest's gold. Now we are learning to breathe in bytes. We are tracing the lightwaves and brainwaves back to some historically complex time. We are closing the bedroom door. Still there's a blue drop of light. But no high-tech way to say you're mine. No way to love each other but with these ancient bodies.