Pop Poetry – Voicemail

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Beau Romanowski, Staff Writer

I’m sorry but your call,
cannot be completed as dialed,

Hang up.
What’s the point of having a phone if
you never pick up or press
down on the buttons to check,

If you have any messages just check
and see if you have any missed calls
for once please, when I press

on your contact I want to dial
and be connected to you if
that’s impossible. I think I’m going to give up.

But no I can’t give up

not yet because, you need to check

your phone for two seconds but if

I, in this very moment, call

again and again I will only redial

and angrily continue my cycle of pressing

 

Each number that has been pressed

into my head just to casually talk about or bring up

To you, to show how close we are, because when I dial

you don’t look at your phone, you don’t even check

whoever it is can wait for you to call

back but I care and even if

 

and that’s a big if,

I didn’t, would you be so pressed 

or upset or angry enough to call

me yourself and say so, call me up,

now I dare you, check 

your phone right now, dial.

      

If you saw me at your door would you dial

for me out of concern, if

you saw a silhouette that reminded you to check 

on me and put in effort to press

for answers as I give short replies and hang-up

More than once, only for you to call

 

again, because you’re worried. If I dial 

for you, if I press your digits into my phone, will I choke up?

Would you check my face for tears? Would you call?