wires

I used to look up at telephone wires and think of all of the voices inside.  Who’s hearing I love you for the first time, from mouth to ear—whispered.  Who’s getting a job, who’s ordering pizza, who’s just listening to breath?

But I just now thought that it’s cellular now.  We, at least, don’t even have a home phone—a land-line: physical wire-to-wire connections like cans and string.  Our words aren’t contained—they just fly around above our heads

invisable.