Who's Calling, Please?
no one can leave a call unansweredshrewish ring, shrill and persistent
it pulls us in like gravity, inexplicable and certain
the shiny black handset smeared with greasy fingerprints
strong steel cord segmented like a worm
plexiglass shields on either side
wearing graffiti like a cloak
RC + TL = 4EVA
and other unknowable hieroglyphics
the coin slot's narrow abyss
the metal shelf below, scarred from battle with the public
no one can leave a call unanswered
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