"Mummified Body of Former Playboy Playmate Yvette Vickers Found in Her Benedict Canyon Home"
Nobody knows exactly how old she was when she died
She lay for the better part of a year
among
cobwebs and yellowing letters
laptop glow permeating the empty space
We must invite loneliness
come in, we say
obligatorily gregarious
a vampire no cross can scare
We become an accelerating contradiction
broader, shallower
vast beyond imagination
incomprehensible
Small enough
to fit in a palm
a pocket
a purse
Instant and absolute communication
yet
preserved in amber
our words, no longer wind
freeze, crystalized on our tongues
"How often do you feel...?"
Fill in your own blanks
Still hungering for response
with a patience I don't possess
Loneliness is slippery