Chatroom Poem by Ivona Sophia

for you I can be twenty years old,
with long hair and a sports car.
you can be a wealthy businessman
with a ranch in Nevada and a house on Bali.
our meetings are at the same time
like holidays or seasons, always exceptional
even though I’m having a bad hair day
(I’m wearing the red dress from the photo)
and you’re in an old sweatshirt with ketchup
stains (naked as always) .
we are falling in so-called love.
I adore your font. you dig the picture
of a girl I don’t even know.
in the same reality on both sides of the screen
we are choking on loneliness.