I'm very careful with my phone.

I don't want to but dial anyone after all.

But if I do,

I'll choose you.

Have no fear about that.

So if I call you in the morning,

Without warning,

It may not be my butt that dials you.

But I'll just let that thought beguile you.

Where is the pocket on my pajamas?

And just which part of me is trying so hard to reach you now?

It's a new day,

A new age communication.

They thought they were taking out all room for human error,

But there's still a level of mystique 

About reaching out and touching one another,

And a new way of getting our messages across,

And all crossed up.

-jenn