he turned his cellfone off for the night

                                        if someone really needed to reach him theyd have his landline he had it for thirty years a cellfone was nothing more than a portable phone booth to him  the rest miserable  unnecessary bells and whistles he reviled the markets clamourits insistence their devises were necessary  Necessary he thought

for who 

when he turned it on later the following morning four texts greeted him all marked 10:12

he opened the firstthe one hed waited for since early Friday afternoon it was Sunday  I love you Joe

I love you Joe

               someone fresharrived looking over his shoulder wouldnt understand its ambivalence

how could love be ambivalent 

it was love 

he was in the habit of turning things on their heads and reexamining themmaking chaos of their components 

love evol  I evol you

                        Ive evolved thank you

he heard himself as he often said to many he adored Just say thank you Say youre welcome Be polite

Youre welcome

                everyone should evolve

he was happy to be a part of her evolution 

                                            hed be happier to be a part of her love

I love you Joe
               hed rather hear it in person hear it said over the fone

                                                                         not static

                                                                               ambivalent 

                                                                                           sterile

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