Liberation

Though they sound the same, the way Ola, who's also from Beirut, punches the word out of her chest is different from, say, Carrie, who holds it against her palate after one of her month-long meditation retreats. Both scare me I think the way any large landscaping project would an unsuspecting neighbor, or maybe my tongue stumbles staring at the soundless gulf between them

Across the screen, the mouse chatters its teeth, orders another latte, launches a jazzy funk solo that ruptures into 7/10 think-pieces. Every link is linked under a loop that's built day-by-day as video thumbnails morph into slavos, oceans into pixels. Avatar, notebook paper, inbox alert: meme has consumed the world, worn it down like a pear, drained its sweetness. I glance in the mirror, wait. Deliver my signature dance before bandwidthworld turns into dust.