KISS ME THRU THE PHONE
trembling string between two cans
across town fry-gravel longing compressed voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you I don't know how it happens- this way,
or each vowel & sigh value-placed
verbal sudoku, beamed remixed from sight to noise?
simpler: imagine us humming
inside each other listening, always
receiver impotent machine a scarcity
touch your hand to the dip in your breast / know we can talk
anytime / i’m doing it now- asking your name-
did you hear me? i’ve given you mine. and i hear
you want to be loved, truthful, want to live
in a glass box and sleep in a drawer what else
can i send from inside you clavicle rattle-hum
yes, we are buzzing inside each other
at the chest Atomized, silhouette hovering,
haunt between ear and spleen If we stayed here,
we’d do nothing but sing tell our friends
the truth of our love the real meat of our day
phone as talisman something to hold,
a weight in the palm we can pretend
is god / each other’s hand
