Wuzz Wuzz
(wanda pulls on her lizard hoodie and no lens sunglasses and grins at the mirror
Power strips glowing an on red. ready, freddy?)

(the phone hangs from the overhead light, over piles and piles of wires. wanda, feet crunching in wire, hammers hooks to the ceiling. Frankenstein's been coming in her room at night, night through her cellular. wham, wanda, wham! wire up to the ceiling, hook hook, back down to the floor. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair! wanda abuzz wuzz wuzz, wuzz wuzz. the wires on the floor like weeds from the sidewalk, the lines from the ceiling are dozens and dozens. she runs the ends to the amp, to the power strips, to the back of the phone, duct taped over the battery pack. she plucks a wire sourgrass and bites.)

(amp at a low buzzz. wires spark, data feed, and the phone vibrates. tiny square screen, light up green. the amp rumbles, the message coming through)

(I think you are beautiful)

(scream, wanda, scream!)

(yellow coming from her throat. the phone goes out with a small pop. her open mouth a halogen glow. wuzz, wanda
Pixelated sound, text message shot back, cables clear, wires sheer, wanda's veins aptly replaced by red blue copper
Fuzz, says the amp
Wuzz, says wanda.)

(Where are you now Mr. Frankenstein?)