To a Telephone

July 30, 2008
By Grace Gallagher, Worcester, MA

Telephonic rays
And rainbow sound waves
Flood of dreams
Pass through you

Frequently the frequency
Of lover’s sighs
And loved one’s dreams
Pierce your lines
Like lightning

My hand rests on the plastic surface and it—
Feels like the inside of seashells

And it floods me with dreams
And fills me with sweet nothings
“Operator—
Please connect me”

Cause I miss that voice
More than I should
More than I thought I could
Let lightning strike me



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