The One Three Eight
poems, published
Elise Buchman
symphony in cell phone major
hi
hello?
yeah?
hey!
what's up?
I can't hear you
call me back
how are you?
hello? hello? hello?
I was just going to call you
where you at?
I'm waiting for you
you're where?
what street? what block? what number?
do you see any landmarks? do you see Madison Square Garden?
I'm on 32nd street
I'm on 42nd street
Fifth Avenue
Broadway and Amsterdam
Times Square
I'm walking up town now
I'm getting on the subway
I'm on the bus
I'll get a taxi
I don't feel like driving
I'm going to the bank…okay I'm going to the store
I'm going to the movies
to the deli
to Rite Aid
to Macy's
I'm at work
I'm in class
I'm downstairs
I'm in the elevator
it's too loud in here – I'm going outside
it looks like it's going to rain
it's too windy
it's hot and sticky
I forgot my umbrella
I forgot my hat
I forgot your number
let's do coffee
I have to work
I don't have school today
like, it bothers me and like I know it shouldn't but it like bothers me
I'm not getting into that now
he can't get divorced now…for financial reasons
you won't believe this, but this woman put fucking shoes on her dog
I don't want to talk about her she makes me so mad
I tried the FCP, but I needed the G1J – did you try the 14OPK?
I can't believe you said that
I did it! Once and done, man, once and done.
I talked to her, she got there safely, and she has the rest of the night off. I wish I did.
I have been in line for over an hour and I'm running out of minutes
this is not a good time
okay, we'll talk later
can I call you back?
I'm on my way
call me tonight
I gotta run
I'll see you
yeah, okay
right
later
bye