Memorial III

From a Phone Booth on Broadway

Some time turns inside out 
and the whole day collapses into 
a desperate search
for a telephone booth that works
for
    quick quick
                 I must call you
who has not spoken inside my head
for over a year
but now surely if this phone burrs 
long enough
pressed up against my ear 
you will blossom back into sound
you will answer
must answer
answer me answer me
answer goddammit
answer
       please
answer
this is the last time
I shall ever call
you.