Video Call Among Boxes
Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
Your new room is mostly cardboard.
The lamp has no shade.
The picture freezes whenever you laugh.
You turn the phone slowly:
window,
radiator,
one heroic houseplant,
the street you cannot name yet.
I show you our old corner shop
closing for the night.
Neither screen is the same as being there.
Still, for twenty minutes,
two unfinished rooms
make one conversation.
62 words · 14 lines · Free Verse