You don’t know this. I’ve linked my new spectrum
analyzer and Windows XP to
my phone. I gaze at your voice as you hum
then breathe your love song, sensual sotto
voce. Horizontal rippling rises
to full screen, creating dancing rainbows
in glistening waterfalls; disguises
your brief laugh as firefly confetti. Rows
of quivering colors flash then vanish
as you ask me what I’m feeling. Did you
know your phonemes’ formants flow, so high-pitched,
twice as fast as mine—waveforms like bright blue
lightning? I’m recording this. You’ll smile so
gently, viewing the email video.
Roger Armbrust
August 7, 2007
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