Who wants a chatroom?
I don’t want
a chatroom.
I might as well buy a
telephone.
I don’t want voices,
immediacy,
interruption. I want the
silence after
the first email. The great
undersea silence
which is like
sleep. The waiting
inside sleep.
I punch a key or two
and hit send.
Then I go back to
my corner.
I am communicating.
The ape
who learned sign language.