I have lost a telephone

with your smell in it

I am living beside the radio

all the stations at once

but I pick out a Polish lullaby

I pick it out of the static

it fades I wait I keep the beat

it comes back almost alseep

Did you take the telephone

knowing I’d sniff it immoderately

maybe heat up the plastic

to get all the crumbs of your breath

and if you won’t come back

how will you phone to say

you won’t come back

so that I could at least argue