what do our phones do while we sleep?

i lay down with her--
electronic mother
her soft glow screen
whispering
shadows into the darkness
of my room--
she kisses my forehead
full of pixels--
hums with 
the white charger 
chord
dangling from her mouth 
like an 
unlit cigarette
i tell her that we should
get up early tomorrow
i tell her 
wake me up at six am
& again at six fifteen
& again at seven--
she laughs because she 
knows i won't get 
up till seven--
i never get up till seven 
& i hold her warm
body in my hands
until my fingers
loosen & i fall asleep--
alone there she watches
me-- my chest rise
& fall--
she listens to foot steps
upstairs in the room
above me--
she hear's a muffled laugh
& it makes her feel lonely
to live the life
of an iPhone--
she imagines staying up
late into the night
in the body of a human--
she wishes i would take
her dancing--
wrap my arms around
her waist &
tilt her like one of
those salsa dancers--
she googles pictures
of dresses & imagines 
a body to wear them on--
she scrolls monotonously
& night is always so long--
she hears 
stifled sirens
wailing red through
town & she wants to run
with them--
she wants to 
shout a body of flashing lights
she wants to be louder
& the sirens fade & she is alone
she wants to get closer to
me-- she likes to think
that in another life we could
have been lesbian lovers--
i've told her i'm a boy
but she always says that's not
the point & i understand
the sentiment--
she opens up my messages
& scrolls through
my messages to you-- 
she's jealous,
but also enamored
of us--
she bites her lip--
reads under her breath--
i love u
i love u
i love yew
goodnight sweet dreams
<3 <3 <3 
she keeps emojis 
under her tongue--
they taste like
cherry throat lozenges--
bulbous hearts &  
blue winged butterflies
& that smiley face
that's also winking--
we use that one a lot--
she wants to write to
you-- tell you 
that she's glad that 
i'm in love with someone
who knows
how to send love
in fistfuls of imessages--
she peruses
the messages between  my mom
& me too--
though mostly just
to be nosy--
when she's not wishing
she was my lover
she's wishing she was
my mom-- she says to me
sometimes that
she want to love
all the parts of me--
that she does love all
the parts of me &
i click the button
on the top right of her head &
she goes dark--
she drove us home last night
& i was nearly asleep--
alone there watching me
sleep she imagines 
letting
me sit shotgun--
recline my seat & fall
asleep while she 
wove us under
each stoplight--
there alone she watches
me sleep--
she sighs silently
& opens Facebook
again to
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