Beth Feldman Brandt

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POEMS from RetroLove

 

Investigations: RetroLove | Sage | Bartram's Boxes Remix
 

RetroLove: The Call

I want to slow-dial you, finger hooked,
number by number, waiting on
each click-sprung inhale-exhalation.

I want to cradle the handset,
hand curled, ear cupped,
mouth encircled perforations.

I want the tintinnabulation,
one two three rings
before the connection.

I want, "Hello, who's calling please?"

I want to send my words down
the rainbow-sheathed copper threads,
each carrying its own consonant.

I want to be clear

I want a direct extension
      a landline anchor
I want to be hardwired to you.

Pick up.

 

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