Seventy

like shivering teeth clicking against each
other for warmth, we chatter away into the
night over wireless network connections thinner than
strands of our genetically similar hair;
blackness swims gently like velvet over these miles
and maternal-daughter love bubbles
through freezing webcam images of
bared, laughing white pearl teeth;
words tumble out, freestyle, pixels gone
wild, scripts discarded
somewhere in the womb