after you're gone, i dial the number. steel the phone. face plate against cheek bone to neck stuck. and wait. for the robot voice. to rock. and rock. into the slow static drive of the way silent lines. hum. to crack. the blaze. in the collar bone. and the moan of a not-quite-drunk tongue. until frenums burn and break voicesounds. loose marbles. to crash. the whitewash. of it all. to wail. dumb space. full of rhythm. of your--stop. in my ear. when it's caught.


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