Not nearly 2 minutes
(Written 2010 0908)

Back space erase, Back space erase, Back space erase
My thumbs holding down the left lying pentagon harboring an X
Obliterating fugacious text message evidence
Before it has time to submit a request
for “real boy” status from the Blue Fairy Send
Allowing it time to effervesce
and volatilize back into unposed queries
Before it is hurled through
the ether of time and space by the lurking Send button
Before it answers yes and no questions
created by innumerable virtual realities
You’ll never know how many times
it was on the tip of my thumbs
To invite you to be my Clyde
To abandon your streak free picture window existence
For a momentary life of crime.