My favorite
contact
in a box
of spam,

Reach out
to me

like
your email
is being
deactivated
tomorrow.

[Because we
Both know
It will be,
Tomorrow.]

Stick out your
technological
Palm

And touch my
frantic typing
Fingertips.

Don’t pull
The plug
On your
glass surface,

Until i fall
Asleep;

Disconnecting me
From your grid.