I Live in the Twenty-first Century (after Richard Brautigan)

I live in the Twenty-first Century

and you lie awake beside me. You

watched your phone unhappily

in the dark waiting for love

in buzzing doses. There was nothing

I could do about it. I felt hollow. Your face

is so illuminated in torment that I cannot stop

photographing it, and there’s nothing I can do

to make you happy while

you text.