Girl Online from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

GIRL ONLINE

We talked in the night. We talked in the day. We talked in the afternoon. What did you say? We talked in the night. We talked in the day. We talked all afternoon. What did you say? All your words are running around my head and making me dizzy. All your words are running around my head and making me dizzy. All your words are running around my head and making me dizzy. (I love you). Love, I want to kiss you, but I know it’s not possible, no, no. (I love you). Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. All my words are running around my head. (I love you). Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. (I love you). Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. (I love you). All your words are running around my head all morning. All afternoon, it’s all I do, think of you. And all your words are running around my head. (I love you.) It’s not boring. All my words are running around my head, running after yours, and love. (I love you.) I want to see you in the coffee shop. I want to touch what I haven’t, haven’t got. I want to wake with you in my bed. I want to tell you what you could be anyway. Are you dead or not I don’t really know I haven’t heard from you in weeks. It’s time to let go of these virtual intimacies, they don’t lead to anything. It’s just a fallacy, celestial encounters. Well, they do, and they don’t work, and we run and run from it. Bored, and he is bored, and I am some kind of outlet. For him to sing his boredom on the commute. And I know I don’t mean anything. I’m not under any grand illusions. I’m just a girl online. I’m just a girl with some time. I never got married and I never got entwined. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do (I love you.) Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. (I love you.) I don’t want to love you, but I think that I might. It’s getting out of hand, giving me a subtle fright. I don’t want to love you, but you’re doing something to me. You are getting gin my head with your words, is this chemistry? Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Forever chemicals. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. If I could I’d love you, but I know you are busy in Wetherspoons writing your new, new book. (I love you.) You are an indie author, and I should have given up on them a long, long time ago but hey, they’re drawn to me like flies to sugar (I love you) and I don’t know what I do, but there must be something in the ether (I love you.) Loo-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-candyfloss. (I love you.) Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Well, I love the way you move. Oh, he loves the way my body hits the groove. And I could love you if you’d only kiss me. Wanna come around or meet up (I love you.) for coffee? Oh-do-do-do- do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do. I talk about Nabokov. You don’t get back and I guess you are busy. Oh-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, reading Susan Sontag talking about a ‘transformation’. The only transformation she is interested in is a total transformation. How about that? We talk about being ‘reasonable’. How we both like the word. Are you a reasonable man? Or be entirely unreasonable with me. I don’t want you to be reasonable, not today (I love you), not any day. Be entirely unreasonable with me (I love you) in your dreams (I love you) in your threads. Be entirely unreasonable with me (I love you). IRL. Be entirely unreasonable with me. (I love you). Let it go.

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow