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."

 

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