The Lady Voice


A lady-voice pilots,
this music station,
over the radio waves;

ninety-eight nine.

It goes out like this:

♒ a song ♒
♒ the voice ♒
♒ a song ♒
♒ the voice ♒

Digital lady tunes ♫
flatly engaging ♬
my mind
my hands
the steering wheel
with less fluidity
than her articulated phrases;
her pauses falling like rain.

I love the lady voice lonely
impersonator of our flesh
tones ♫ and ♬ frequencies,
going out like an impossibly
consistent human friend.

None as consistent, lady voice.

None have your comforting

your soothing silk glimmer

♫ ♫ ♪♫ OF ♫♪ ♫ ♪♫

realness-like tempo tapping
my steering wheel fingers,
unraveling physical life itself.

It’s hailing now;
car window open.
Hail adding cold
tempo tapping
to the approach.

Your last words.



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