The phone, coordinator
of all things social, fans
out the jangly, old timey bells
you selected in “settings.”
You press “answer” or “decline.”
Once there was the heft of a receiver,
and you threaded a finger through
a hole that corresponded
with a number. Now you press
a button that demonstrates
the image of a button.
Dialing was once
a stable wind up to vocal projection,
a gyroscopic momentum of growls.
You were going
actually going anywhere.
Hello, are you there?