2 poems
two-tone composition unknown destinations an operator obsesses over pickup & hangup
one +1 more connected than 2. you will. and the company that will bring it to you is me
push digits into holes, keep spinning until you feel the click in place switch arms, hands tire
blinking countless lines, voice carrying fast & far on continuous copper wire silence costs us as much—
draw X’s & O’s in octothorps sleep clutching our handsets there is so much to exchange during long-distance calling
we spin on turntables gift-wrapped bubbles plotting high treason
one query hangs on a hook near my thigh “how do you want to feel?”
you produce three words two supple, one sharp relaxed. caregiven. surrender.
we better not have another handle’s cold to the touch i hold your hand for warmth
fetching a towel and water unfamiliar closet and faucet you aren’t used to this, are you?
inside these walls, a forest i lead you down the worn path to a fire blazing at the center
it’s just us dancing there — adjust angles, rhyme rhythms dig holes with feet and fingers
you haven’t visited in years moonlight in an empty room i’ve never been, but will again
draw maps into memory twist silver, pink, and blue the way back is circular