Or Flaxseed

Why can’t I accept
your invitation—to what
would it be to cause this collapse
of self-awareness. Not a rhetorical question

but one for the digital social etiquette
manual not written

down. Love between bytes
hasn’t caught on. Or, I haven’t caught
it. Inoculation is how I live now. And these invites
seldom require leaving this post

where I navigate traffic
inside a grain of sand.