I--- Floetry Floetic Zip -

Zip , he’d reply.

“You recorded me.”

“I’ve been looking for that poem,” she whispered. “I never wrote it down. It just… lived in the air for four minutes and then vanished.” i--- Floetry Floetic Zip

She didn’t plug it in. Not then. Instead, she unzipped her notebook and slid it toward him. A blank page. Then she clicked her pen twice— a beat —and wrote:

Mars nodded slowly, then pulled the silver zip from his pocket. He slid it across the table. No label. No explanation. Zip , he’d reply

She underlined rhythm .

“I zipped it,” Mars said. “So it wouldn’t.” i--- Floetry Floetic Zip

And somewhere in the cloud of things unsaid, a folder labeled “Us” appeared. Empty for now.