I want to change my
Location
I want to change my telephone ring
To a quieter, simpler, littler thing.
The default tone is cruel and shrill
And wails with urgency until
The pocket screaming at my side
Accompanies my quickened stride
Press Answer. "Make it quick."
But maybe if the ring were soft
A gentle nudge, a quiet cough
I'd be inclined to turn an ear
The other line would sound so clear
Press Answer. "How are you?"
And when the interruptions come
Untie the knots that curse my tongue
Let the words dance from my lung
"Goodbye. I love you too."