I’m eating your voice like it’s sugar and it is: raw brown sugar on a spoon. The phone is a spoon. Your voice is inside the phone. I’m inside your rainbows, ice. I hear beeps (the time runs out and we’re disconnecting again. Outside the weather reporter runs around on cloud nine because here’s another…

Nobody knows. Nobody knows what it means. Jippie! We can speak freely here. Speak. I’ll send you desires in the mail. We’ll end up somewhere between the stars. It’s making me crazy. It’s beyond real. Smile. The world’s a mirror. You look good in it. My dreams explode. No wonder. In the dark, no one…

Her toenail polish is chipped and I love it. She’s doing that crazy dance and it’s cool. I’m feeling dizzy, not sure if she’s real. But she is and she’s crazy and yes so am I. I mean, a little bit crazy. Not real crazy. Just a look in her eyes, wind in my throat.…