Meditation on astral projection
This intransigent button launches my
self out of myself, a billion fragmented
bits into space. I am no longer—
a conductor of my intentions, here nor there, inside
this space or that space, inside of me or you—
but rather, a send bar frozen in time,
inside the ellipsis of your conversation bubble.
Co-mingled in stasis, my 1 rubs against your 0,
the friction magnetic in the vacuum of space,
drawing others, sucking them up
in the digital nebulous of itself, birthing strings
like knotted twine to hang in the atmosphere
K.C. Lichty received a B.A. in English from George Mason University and an M.A. in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. He is currently living in Tempe with his wife and daughter where he is an MFA student in creative writing at Arizona State University. His work has recently appeared in Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Green Briar Review, and Quadrivium.