Crickets in My Pocket

Title: Crickets in My Pocket Verse 1 woke to the phone shaking like a trapped moth on the dash same three dots blinking, same ghosts wanting pieces of me pulled on the sweater with the hole under the left arm stepped into frost that smelled like last night’s campfire still clinging to my hair the field just... breathed, you know? one breath, long and slow, like it remembered my name Chorus oh these little machines keep humming in my coat hey, they hum like drunk bees against my ribs all night but I’m learning, slow as creek ice breaking to hear the quieter b***d underneath mmh, underneath Verse 2 saw Ruth outside the co-op, steam curling off her coffee like a question she said “I don’t recognize my own hands some mornings” we laughed the way you laugh when it’s too early to cry talked about rent and doom-scroll thumbs and that ringing in the ears then we just stood there watching a kid chase soap bubbles that froze mid-air and the silence fit us better than any words we own Chorus oh these little machines keep humming in my coat hey, they hum like drunk bees against my ribs all night but I’m learning, slow as creek ice breaking to hear the quieter b***d underneath mmh, underneath Bridge maybe all it takes is one minute with the screen face-down one minute where the crickets get the last word one minute... and you come home to yourself again Final Chorus oh these little machines finally running out of night I set ‘em on the dash like stones I don’t need anymore and I walk out where the porch light can’t find me where the dark still tastes like the first dark I ever loved where the simple things hey the simple things still know my name