landline raze you remember how it was. a twisted pair of insulated copper wires carried your voice to my ear and my voice to yours. we were thinned-out, narrowband versions of ourselves, and what emphasized the distance between us made us more real to each other. we could talk for hours, until our words were analog whispers. until i could feel your breath on my neck and you could feel my hands in your hair. we could hold each other without touching. but we don't do that anymore. 211108 what's it to you? who go blather from