of
a brown leather jacket
The
crackling of autumn leaves
not
yet dampened by the winter rains
I
check the weather on my phone
just
as drops begin to speckle the screen
I
duck into a shop for a last-minute gift
I
paw at the tchotchkes, listening to the rush
of
ocean waves emanating from a plastic rock.
The
box says it plays five other “soothing sounds.”
It's
not a very convincing looking rock
and
the sounds do not sound much like
the
ocean, the river, the campfire.
Pixelated
sparks as you poke the logs
Ocean
spray from crashing waves
A
bouquet of roses that explodes into blossom
every
time I press the button
Pages blank as snow
That night the rain whispers against the window
As
I nuzzle your ear and slip my hand
between
your legs
Gray
curtains of cloud, soft down comforter
Jacket
thrown over the back of a chair,
phone
buzzing over and over
Across
the street, the 7-11’s cold white glow
Car
tires on the wet road
Your
digital moan
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