and what are heads – without thoughts
and what are words – without feelings
and what are journals – without entries
and what are breezes – without fluttering
and what are tailors – without machines
and what are mouths – without burning
and what are dispensers – without soap
and what are songs – without skipping
and what are computers – without motherboards
and what are souls – without mates
and what are bands – without audiences
and what is love – without everyone
and what are lights – without darkness
and what is masturbation – without prodding
and what are fingers – without rings
and what are playlists – without unknown
and what are nipples – without breasts
and what is comfort – without psychology
and what are rooms – without rocking
and what is hair – without brushing
and what are beds – without crying
and what are keys – without clanging
and what is skin – without touching
and what is rocking – without rolling
and what are shoulders – without caressing   
and what is fear – without hope
and what are floors – without dancing
and what is angst – without recognition
and what are pencils – without movement
and what is sex – without love
and what are shoes – without walking
and what are screens – without manipulation
and what are dicks – without assholes
and what are updates – without internet
and what is water – without pressure
and what is skin – without color
and what are jokes – without inside
and what is money – without confusion
and what are letters – without properness
and what are thongs – without chafing
and what are pages – without turning
and what are secrets – without keeping
and what are messages – without words
well, they are everything i cannot see
but not everything i cannot be





2020, from dylan’s digital diary, kumeyaay land