Your voice crackles through my phone
Stretched out over the 9 miles between us
I wish we were next to one another
But I guess in the grand scheme of things we are
If you step back far enough
9 miles is less than 90

Besides
I like holding your voice so close to my ear
If you were here you’d be at least a few inches away
Closeness is relative
It morphs like liquid inside the containers we pour it into

I like feeling as though I hold you in my pocket wherever I go
It makes the thing that gives me cancer slightly less cancerous

Anyway
This is just to say
I really like your voice.