SLICED BY TEXT
SLICED BY TEXT
by Nicole Kuwik
I’ve inspired myself
on a Bloody-Mary-Wednesday night,
and it’s all so ad-hock,
I might just
show up
after all.
Who cares if there’s club soda
behind the bars?
It’s all burning
and unable to escape anyways.
A chance melting is anything
but romantic
when it becomes
sliced by text
in lieu of The
Art of Conversation,
which
exists.
Even over blurred
telephone lines.
Intriguing. Can’t really say, but it all could take place in a bar. First you get high on a drink (“inspired”), then you “show up” “ad-hock” at somebody’s side. “Club soda” (substituting for or diluting the experience)doesn’t matter, because the experience means to be “all burning” and inescapable. “A chance melting” could be a play on “chance meeting;” the heat of the upcoming relationship, however, becoming a meltdown (“anything but romantic”) when it is “sliced by text” (broken off, undercut by texting, I would think, so prevalent in today’s social encounters) “in lieu of The Art of Conversation,” “which exists” (can sustain itself)even in a drunken state (“over blurred telephone lines”). So the poem can be read as a criticism of modern culture.