Electric Love Lines
“What if I’m really a man?” She instant messaged
“I’m not gay, but I would learn to be.” His answer appeared on her screen.
What if I’m a dog?
“Can I get a license to marry a dog?”
“What if I’m Elvis?
Will you still love me then?” she text messaged.
“Elvis is dead.” he replied.
“Don’t be cruel.” she messaged back.
“You’re perfect,” he said into his cell, “can we meet in person?
“No,” she replied, “you’ll be disappointed.”
“Why?” he asked, adjusting his earpiece.
“I’m just a woman, a human being.” she answered.
“How disappointing.” he replied.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
“What if I’m really a man?” She instant messaged
“I’m not gay, but I would learn to be.” His answer appeared on her screen.
What if I’m a dog?
“Can I get a license to marry a dog?”
“What if I’m Elvis?
Will you still love me then?” she text messaged.
“Elvis is dead.” he replied.
“Don’t be cruel.” she messaged back.
“You’re perfect,” he said into his cell, “can we meet in person?
“No,” she replied, “you’ll be disappointed.”
“Why?” he asked, adjusting his earpiece.
“I’m just a woman, a human being.” she answered.
“How disappointing.” he replied.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
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