December 5, 2016Ringtone Pantoum
Whenever her cell phone rings
she’s clawing at her purse,
desperate to not be out of touch
no matter what she’s doing.
She’s clawing at her purse
during meetings, in the shower,
no matter what she’s doing.
Her friends reach out and grope her
during meetings. In the shower
she doesn’t think it strange that
her friends reach out and grope her.
Even when she’s breathing hard in bed
she doesn’t think it strange, that
Lady Gaga ringtone chirping loud.
Even when she’s breathing hard in bed,
she just can’t let it go, be in the moment.
Lady Gaga ringtone chirping loud?
It’s music. It’s a drug. It’s her life—
she just can’t let it go. Be in the moment?
Someone who is bored is more important:
it’s music, it’s a drug, it’s her life
all tangled up in every other life. It’s clear
someone who is bored is more important,
more than anything she does or loves,
all tangled up in every other life. It’s clear
she’s connected to everything but herself,
more than anything she does or loves,
a perfect slave who embraces her chain.
She’s connected to everything but herself,
desperate to not be out of touch—
a perfect slave who embraces her chain
whenever her cell phone rings.
from #53 - Fall 2016