Help me, please.
Pull me through.
Hold me closer than I dare hold you. Don't give up.
Draw me in.
Make me turn from my glowing screen to your glowing skin. It's as if you were a kindly surgeon,
And I your patient, prone and numb.
I surrender like a wary virgin
To your fingers and your thumb
And your knife, that could either end or save my life. You work so hard-
And I know it's not fair-
Getting me to come from over here to over there. And I fail to see
Why you would even bother
For this cross between a needy child and an absent father. But try, please try.
Please try.