Long Distance

Well, you're a

phone again.

You're a pixelated image

on my new MacBook pro.

I can watch your lips tremble and quiver.

 

Sometimes it's nice, not having an

actual physical body.

I don't have to listen to you fart and I can

go to the bathroom and be as

loud as I want.

 

You're a voice inside a box inside a network.

If I click the right buttons, I can become more beautiful-

sepia-toned, black-and-white, sketchbook...

I can become a pop art icon

if I click the right buttons.

 

Long-distance.

Like a movie star, I can build an image

because you never see me.

Like a supermodel, I can use photoshop

and you'll never know.

 

Sometimes it's nice,

being your girlfriend part-time.

We don't have to

argue over which movie

to watch or what

place to see.

 

You're a phone again.