station

is this on
i can’t
seem to find a signal
you came in so clear
from the start.
tumbled bottles on keyboards
unbuttoned shirts
you and me always
from the start
dialing through frequencies.

this station is on
but damn the phone line
you echo across my arms clearly
your cat eyes
smoothing
the frayed wires under my skin
you are the sound
of a southern rainstorm
the antenna is working
i am listening
to every edge of you.