My phone scratches the table
While an apple shrinks on it.
I tickle my cells with curious joy.
I blend in perfectly.
Connected like Wi-Fi
Sound.
I am reincarnated already.
In sound.
Bing, bong.
My laughter immortalizes me.
And friendship breaks time and space
with a spatula.
What’s cooking?
The universe in a boiling pot.
God didn’t forget it, he just went
to help the neighbours.
With their car.
God is a good mechanic.
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
Bing bong
Bing bong who?
Bing bong the mirror.
