I’ve got all this ringing in my ears.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you when you learn to stop leaving voicemails.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. This morning I woke with a weight on my chest so I tied a ribbon around my pinky finger to set all the trapped parts free.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. My brother is slowly smoking himself to death. But his eyes still come alive under moonlight every time I see him.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. I am building a parabola of ciphers and whispering are you out there? 

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. Let’s make a film about life in colors I use & colors I see. Let’s see what you see when we play it back.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. How on earth is anyone supposed to make a poem out of words like hummingbird – kneecaps – enervate.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. My tabletop heater talks to me in my sleep. It tells me your heart is an ambulance & mine is a wildfire.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail. Meet me on the roof later.

Hey, this is Paige’s voicemail.

Hey, this is me.

Hey, this is me telling you something important.

Hey, it’s just me, telling you love ya, mean it ’cause I can. ‘Cause I’m still here & you’re still here & somebody wise once told me if you don’t let people know how much you love them now it won’t make a lick of difference when we’re all gone.

*beep*

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