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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Attached to a Phone Cord



It was an image out of time
A man walking with telephone in hand
The long handset at his right ear
The bulky base hanging from his fingers
At his waist, the curling cord
Like a bandolier across his chest
A long cable trailing along the floor
A slender, flat worm, fixed to the wall
Shifting as he paced around the room
Watch, as from time to time he switches
The parts of the phone form hand to hand
Pausing for a moment to cradle the handset
Between his shoulder and his ear
The phone base swings from left to right
The handset mid-sentence, from right to left
An archaic dance, a vision from childhood
When we were tethered by the cable
To the phone, by the cord
Within which electrons flow
As now they pass right through us
Ten thousand conversations at a time
Binary signals in the ether, invisible fingers
Digital ones, and zeros, drawing pictures
Touching nerves
Inside us 

Read at the Troubadour, First Mondays at the Troubadour, February 6th, 2017

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