by Lizzie Searle

I am talking. Silently. I tap the little places on the screen with my thumbs.

You’re there when I type, listening in my head.

I have finished talking and look into your invisible face.

You don’t say anything. You disappear from where you weren’t.

I look back at my talking. Childish words on a smeared iPhone screen.

I am untalking. Silently. My thumb held down. You don’t hear me.

I am drinking know. I can’t see you’re invisible face any more !

You hear me talking this time. Silently. In a room of your own that I don’t know.

You don’t say anything.