Her Sound

I want to write a poem for her,

a gift of thanks for the mix tapes

she makes for me,

but I can’t seem to find the sound (obscure Kiss reference).

It’s analog for sure,

black, white,

no, brown!

The sound of tape,

maybe cassette,

perhaps archaic 8-track,

perhaps ancient reel-to-reel!

The hiss,

the rotation,

the movement,

When I write for her,

I hold the sound

of her in my hands.