across the ocean

sometimes

i just want to hear your voice

and those rings

those rings

feel like a snail

through molasses

and even though you

always

call me back

as quick as drunk man’s ear

hits his pillow

those rings feel longer than a lifetime

because the sound

of your voice

fills my heart

more than a thousand lifetimes could

and when I hear it

I know

you hear me

and I know

I am home

 

brooklyn 2016

 

 

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