Beth Feldman Brandt


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.  .