A video call is too hard
I don’t have what it takes to manage it
and his laptop’s never booted up
work has eaten every moment
my outgoing text: Call me when
you have the opportunity and energy
I reach out with
this
ping
of
intent,
better to do this
than
not
Finally, as the depression grinds through its portion
of his brain, and barfs up his attention span, he calls back
and I say I don’t judge you for making me wait
it’s like crossing the road in wild traffic
you must wait for your moment and dash
will the world
still be there
when the scramble for now is over
