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You buzz at 1:30. The night is “blurry,” you say, still sending a flurry—thumbs striking sparks off a tired battery. My porch light taps a little Morse of its own. Your laugh skids wide. I watch the screen breathe— those gray bubbles like fish that won’t break water. “Be my carry,” you type. Then: “let’s keep it airy.” You backspace until the blue goes flat. Your ringtone has that copper-after-rain taste, small shock, then the sweetness you swear isn’t there. I hear you pacing in the punctuation, open messages like doors half-latched, your thumb rehearsing a promise it won’t keep. The cursor jitters—caught insect. Blue deepens to read, then pales. The thread pays out, then holds. Outside, traffic drips under sodium. A delivery truck breathes in place. Inside, the screen dims to self-protection. I touch the name that keeps arriving without arriving, and slide to silence. At the door, the porch light answers—dot, dash, dash— then goes still. The room steadies. A breeze touches the curtain—enough.
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You buzz at one-thirty Sweet talk, quick and dirty You say the night is blurry But keep the flirty flurry My porch light blinks in Morse Your laugh jumps off the course Spin that tale Pour that pale If you bail Leave the trail Call me sweet, please Keep the keys, tease Your ringtone tastes like cherry You pocket dial, I’m wary You ping me “be my carry” Then switch to “let’s be airy” I watch the bubbles stall You type then drop the ball Mean what’s said Blue turns read If we thread Hold the thread Call me sweet, please Keep the keys, tease Late night Green light Say right Or goodnight Call me sweet, please Keep the keys, tease Screen dims, soft denial I mute your speed dial
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