Her email lights up the screen, reminding me of the meeting of friends,
who work on the Internet.

Chance meeting at the Deli,
feeling avocados. She said "I'm shopping for The Scientists".
In the Post Office, licking stamps.
"I left V. on the telephone acquiring more hardware."

"For the basement?" We burst into laughter. Simultaneously.

On the telephone: "Yeah, every time you delete a message
it insists on printing out the next one."


Email since the summer has been serious.
Our lives are in limbo simultaneously,
unresolved long distance love affairs, job interviews,
unsettled or unsettling living quarters.
"Argh, sorry to hear that.. I know what you mean, though."

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