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.
Whoosh.
There’s the wind again.
What was that you said?
Never mind.
I’ll call you on the landline.
