“Hey, you got me, but you didn’t really get me. Leave a message at the beep.”
You can get back home through the telephone wires. From city to suburb, follow the skinny black lines until your voice is my voice and our voice is here.
“Hey, you got me, but you didn’t really get me. Leave a message at the beep.”
Pick up. Where do you live now? Do you like your job? Who are you with?
Every now and again, your machine is full. Too many voices trying to get in. They push and they shove, but they stand just to wait.
I know, you’ll call me when you can.
“Hey, you got me, but you didn’t really get me. Leave a message at the beep.”
Do power lines still map the way if only cell phones are used? Invisible pathways going in a million different directions scatter the world apart.
Misplaced conversations. Lost words looking for a sentence.
Face focused on the front of the phone.
“This number is no longer in service.”
Object relations 
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