Volume One Issue One
Lisa Fay Coutley
In e-Harmony
She'd walk sockless through the tended embers
of his aching just because he wants to
hold her shoes in his hands (he's the first man
to send her a smiley, an LOL!),
but grief simply isn't that well-prepared
for virtually. Something needs to be
said for spacious backseats without heated
undercarriages and automatic
locks, the risk of being caught buck naked,
ankles up, her stilettos on the feet
of a stranger who doesn't need fixing
before she has basked in his five o'clock
shadow. Still, she would forego intimate
evenings of heavy petting for him,
skipping straight ahead to the filthy grief,
but this is virtual intelligence
protected, fire-walled, spam-guarded, filtered,
and her inbox levels every request.
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