dial

that's under-the-bed

wool-stained secrets

crawling on eight legs

clicking dial on your phone

to answer in woodstained pleas

to regret the seconds with you

more than those seconds without

vacuum seal, then, your

wallet-sized heart. tuck it away,

then,

wouldn't you like to see something,

Stargazer, to mold your own world

dusty plaid sunset countertops

speckled with those lonely

kind of days-weeks-months

forever, then, isn't

all too long

long as you're unreachable on

the other side of my phone