Come message me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
Of hash and tag and smiley face,
The punctuation masquerade.

The cushions on our satin chairs
Will hug our cheeks for all the years.
With greasy face and sweaty palms
I’ll tap a beat on keys of bronze.

And I will send thee texts so long,
For pages stretching on and on.
I’ll send you shots of “down below”
For you to look at on your phone.

I’ll send out tweets so sweet and bright,
For you to read and softly sigh.
If these delights thy mind may move,
Come message me and be my love.

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Nicholas L. Sweeney is a student at Western Washington University, where he will graduate, much quicker than he meant to, with a major in creative writing. His short stories have been published both online and in print. When not frantically applying for graduate schools, he busies himself with stories, literature, and carrot cake.