In 2012, my aunt Sandra left the family by choice and moved into the United States.

She doesn't write back to many family members, but in 2018 she started replying to my emails.

I don't know how else to verify she's the one writing; our exchanges have become combinations of these lines.

Electronic poetry is the effervescence that results from inserting soil and glittery liquid into a mechanical device. The computer is not the poet; the role of the poet is distributed between poet and audience.