My email

the space between where I live and I reside in my email looks like a stack of hotcakes everywhere I’ve ever lived just one piece wedged in read unread marked read then unread the mixed metaphor of layering necessary in the accounting of time and place someone asked me where I live I said this time in a different tone It’s a long story where I reside currently not where I live not even most of the time a long proposition I ride the zones in my email which kindly switches to the present time signals being a recurring theme smothering me I post images that say I am here I see who reads them I wait for your stack of messages warm thick and which I cover hesitantly in sugar a sign I try to forget of something