Every time I record a new poem,
I play it back to make sure
that you can't hear
my neighbor's baby crying
in the background or the
police sirens filling
this side of town.
And when I do this,
I imagine what it's like
for you to listen to the
recordings I send you.
I wonder if my face
replaces the text
on the screen
or if you hear
my voice
only to be flooded
by some emotion
that's been missing
in your own poetry.
Darling, I record my poems
in hopes they'll give us
one more thing to have
in common until the day
these wires between us
dissolve so much that we
are merely separated by
the goosebumps
crawling across our skin.
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