Operator, I’d Like to Place a Call

the missing of you

feels like a small animal

gnawing at my heart

my world isn’t quite right

when I can’t be sure

that you are still in it

you have severed yourself

from all modern technology

that you declare

‘sources of connected

disconnection’

it leaves me with hands empty of you

I think about placing a call

the old-fashioned way

but I am all out of quarters

and payphones have become almost extinct

only found in the Smithsonian

next to the manual typewriter

you wouldn’t open the door

to a stranger

I know you would appreciate the whimsy

of a tin can stretched between our houses

but I don’t have 2,700 miles of string

I try to connect with you through the ether

grab the thread of your vibrating frequency

but your beautiful colors

are not calling out to me

the way they usually do

I must resort to inscribing a message

into the night sky

letting you know that you are loved

that you are missed

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