the alive non world

i want the world that is glowing in fluorescents..
the one i need to press firmly to induce
the life that blinks when i say my name, in capitals and numericals and hyphenations...
i want the life that tells me you are there yet i am here,
pausing to take a drink
fill a glass
reach for air
pull down the shades...
i crave the world that releases me when i say ok,
the world that signals bleeps and blanks .. when there is a shortage of space
the one with the filters filled up
the one that looks murky to the eye and bloody to the page,
yet clean and crisp
like tissues falling out of the sky
paper used for nothing other than filler
for packages we unsend
and letters we unwrite in our minds.