Definitions of Phone on the Web (Shannon McKeogh)

Verity La Heightened Talk

 
He calls her sad
like a heart-beat shiver
cold, damp socks
from walking on the squishy squash of slugs
grudges like the smiles on cigarette packets
tar, yellow-coated rot
 
Fretting
she peels off her skin
one button at a time
 
She search engines her feelings
her soul loose like thread
at the end of her fingertips
she tap-tap taps it away
 
There was love in the sweet autumn breeze
dancing in swathed cotton sheets
hot air shared in one long
single breath
no time for romance novels when you’re living in one
 
But now there was just she
and the tap-tap of her fingertips
on the keys of other devices
a hard-drive of memories
 
She waits for his name to flash up white
on the screen.