December 10, 2003 Culture ¢ the other press ©

 

Poetry/Fiction/Essays/etc.

The Phone Call

| was angry and wanted words,
| just didn’t know which ones.

This was typical of her
and | wasn’t keeping quiet this time.

| grasped in my pocket for the phone.
It was new, the size of quarter.

Next year, I'll get a phone the size of a dime.
The Amish don’t know what they’re missing.

Or do they.

| pounded madly at the buttons.
| misdialed 5 of the digits.

| poked at the numbers with a pen.
| wished | could dial with a pin.

Got to focus,

9250..02

Technology is beating it out of me again.
“Hello” she answered innocently

“Hi” | said.

Trevor Hargreaves

 

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