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A recorded reading of “Six To Seven (Hold Music)”. If the player does not load, use the original audio source.
You promise “processing tonight.” You print my name in off-white, a barcode kiss in low light, then tape the hope not too tight. Porch moths drum the porch light—refresh. Your smile says soon. I second-guess. Scan the code. On the road. Mark the mode. Drop the load. Six to seven days— say you stay, stay— skip the shipping delays— say you stay, stay. You send a tracking number. It naps like distant thunder: “Label made,” still in slumber; my laugh goes under, under. Status flips “arriving late.” We joke. I still just wait. Out for love. Proof above. Push, then shove. Sign for love. Hold line. Be mine. Green sign. Right time. Doorbell through blue dusk. Brakes sigh; tape lifts; we’re signing. The porch light steadies. Moths go on with their small shining.
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You promise “processing tonight” You print my name in off-white A barcode kiss in low light Then tape the hope not too tight My porch light blinks, I refresh Your smile says soon, I second-guess Scan the code On the road Say the mode Drop the load Six to seven days Say you stay, stay Skip the shipping delays Say you stay, stay You send a tracking number It naps all day like thunder “Label made,” stalled in slumber My laugh goes under, under Status reads “arriving late” We joke, I still just wait Out for love Proof above Push to shove Call it love Six to seven days Say you stay, stay Skip the shipping delays Say you stay, stay Hold line Be mine Green sign On time Six to seven days Say you stay, stay Skip the shipping delays Say you stay, stay Doorbell rings through blue dusk You arrive, right on trust
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