instead of texting

I’m going to try to feel you now

I know where you are and who you’re with

I know the way your mother is proud and boasting

I know the sound of you singing 

through your toothpaste

and the warm deep sticky syrup 

that fills your belly chest

and the electric flashes

and thankful smiles

and pinched icy looks

as you sway between

yourself and yourself 

watching the deer switch out

for golfers

through the window

of your safety.