I hate making phone calls
by Hostess on Jan.11, 2010, under Poetry
Every ring resounds like a drum roll,
as the receiver rubs against my cheek like a noose.
When the drum roll stops,
I hope to hear, not a present voice,
but a past voice, one that’s been recorded
between 5 and 20 seconds,
with a brief message with an even briefer excuse,
asking for my name and phone number.
I hope you don’t actually answer with a hello,
with suppressed surprise.
In fact I hope this number has been mysteriously disconnected,
saving me from a potential conversation.
