Three Poems About the Telephone

Poem 1

Answer It

the phone rings
and you come unstrung
like a string of pearls

the phone rings
and your fingers are encircled
in tones of silver and gold

the phone rings
and the bedroom in the back of your head
is papered with cut red velvet

the phone rings
and keys jangle
in the caller’s calloused hand

the phone rings
because he has put his finger on
the only existing key

to your heart’s lock

Poem 2

What Pulls You Through *

in the course of the conversation        he
takes you back to his family’s farm
white eyelet curtains fluttering through open windows
over the telephone he leads you        into that Iowa cornfield
stalks so high and dense no one can see you
lays you down in the plowed earth          wet and cool
breathy cirrus clouds        behind his head         the sun eclipsed
by a kiss that tastes of promises        and
it is the idea of that kiss        that pulls you through
the babbling miles of fiber optics
and sows your desire in his dream        that very soil he turns over
with ungloved hands

Poem 3

When Anxiety Won’t Return Your Phone Call **

then it’s time to forget
the number you’ve been dialing
time to reprogram
that speed dial
turn on the radio and argue out loud
with the talk show host
slap down that newspaper
get up out of the comfy chair
and go back to the phone
call that man to find out
what’s really been on your mind

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* This poem originally appeared in The Lucid Stone, Winter 1998, Issue No.16
** This poem originally appeared in The Moon, Volume 1, Issue 7, July 2003