You sent me a photo from 2018 You sent me a photo from 2018, to my inbox in 1998. It flashed off your iphone and shined, then halted and crawled through my phone line. HOTMAIL laid down pixels like a snail, while our poodle wagging his tail. In the million dots I search for your face, that turned back to me before yesterday. But I only see on my screen pixels, blurred by on your face wrinkles. |