by Helen Addy
His red exclamation mark is a hangnail,
his subject line a pointing finger.
Her arrow hovers,
firing into other messages.
Opened emails push him down,
a clogged gutter at the base of her monitor.
Unfiltered spam evicts him to another page,
her Inbox still calling him the 1.
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Helen Addy is from Morayshire in Scotland. She has a poem in the 2010 BUGGED anthology, and is working towards a first pamphlet.
#1 by Josephine Corcoran on June 25, 2012 - 8:08 am
I enjoyed the subtle, sexual imagery in this poem and you’ve captured the hesitant ambiguities that pervade all relationships. Will look out for your pamphlet!
#2 by helenaddy on June 25, 2012 - 2:57 pm
Many thanks !