A poem: ‘Safe to express’

Feeling my throat vibrate with sound earnest eager

Essential is singing; uplifts

For moments in a row it keeps at bay the silence of the phone

‘I’ll keep you guessing, keep you wanting more’

Crush in, why don’t you

One more, Daniel, please

Of course the phone reads our minds

‘Insomnia’, press play

by Desanka Vukelich, 2020