The Flash

Do not apologize

for taking too long

to reply

to my email

Emails can wait

They don’t need food

or water

They remain intact

and pristine

whether opened or not.

Whether replied to now,

10 minutes ago,

ASAP!!!!!!

or 100 years from now.

They are not any more

real than a thought

or a whisper

or a shout.

They do not need

you to caretake them

They are not banging

on your door

Let’s start a revolution

of softness

and space.

We will pile

all of the emails

and text messages and alerts

and DMs and PMs

and likes and shares and replies

into one of those medieval catapults—

and slingshot them

over the horizon

and into the sun,

when it is setting.

They will explode

in a satisfying flash

And we will

sit and breathe

and do what we like.