By Mike Sonksen
And when she said that
the crystal ship fragmented
I’d been walking for miles
the hard drive crashed
all I wanted was a coffee
900 poems later she said
democracy hinges on disagreement
muscle cars, surplus stores and craigslist
I reached for the keyboard
digital telepathy traced
to Torrance
Tell me:
what was it
she said again?
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 