~Airplane Mode~

You are in my pocket lying right next to my warm body, your face resting against my hip as my phone rings a dropped signal. We communicate in a trio of clouds above mountain ranges, our words aloft in a whirlwind of natural frequencies. The Appalachians, the Smokies, the Rockies, create an electrified, rarefied atmosphere

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~Button on my Phone~

Button on my phone, standing all alone, Back against the wall, staring down the hall. Stalker there unseen, lost like a dream, dreamer in my home, In the button on my phone. Button on my phone, dead and alone, Head up the wall, lost and gone, sent on by, by the Button on my phone.

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