That 1980’s phone,

boxy against your ear –

don’t you think we could hear better then?

Didn’t we listen more closely back then?

Nothing like these damn flat phones.

I press them against the cartilage,

grinding my lobe against the glass,

earrings clinking.


There’s the wind again.

What was that you said?

Never mind.

I’ll call you on the landline.

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