Flat

I can brush off rude remarks.

but I am so unduly tempted to stomp our interactions of late into the ground, to grind them back to where they are alien signifiers disembodied from their gritty reality.

I wish that our interactions could be reduced to a common denominator.

That they could've happened over a wire, with no one to witness.

That they were flattened a good dimension.

That it was a phone call, and that I had the freedom to defend myself with a healthy "Fuck you."