You are in Toronto and I am in Windsor. You are at a house party and so am I. Good thing for this text message machine in our hands. I am dancing around – singing the same words over and over – might as well text you what I’m singing. “Day and night, at at at at at night. Night. Day and night”.

I imagine you are also dancing around. Also singing. Laughing at how random this all is. Loving it. As you burst out laughing at our conversation, what is everyone else around you doing? Do they think you are nuts?

People at this party are looking at me. Fuck it. Keep on dancing. Keep on bouncing that invisible ball from shoulder to shoulder. Keep on biting your lips in that weird way – like you are concentrating too hard. Keep singing. Keep laughing.