plays every time he calls. And my
heart go up another notch above
the volume of the song. And then I
hit the green accept that allows

his voice to emit from the piece of
plastic that I hold with clammy hands
like a teenager again. And then he says
my name, mine his.  And it feels as if

the ring tone got it right, or else Madonna
when she sings “If I could melt your
heart we’d never be apart” And so I don’t
feel so far away. And it fills up the space

of the double martinis. And I’m already dreaming
of the next time the song plays. And I go
through the process once more, of hearing music,
seeing green feeling joy and flying unicorns

that adorn the windshield.  And he says in that
sultry voice “hello Sandy” What could be finer
than this? Well, don’t go tell him that I said
“maybe a kiss” on those soft lips.