R O T A R Y
It’s true I never punched through
but once I threw a phone hard as I could
onto a futon
It bounced off the cushion
and dented the freshly mended wall
Someone who cared for me
had hung up abruptly
Believe me when I tell you I am not a violent person
I was going to be
a mother I had been talking to
I was telling her the way it was going to be
It was a cordless phone
which made it easy
Kids today don’t know what it means to hang up the phone
I tell my son Hang up the phone.
Hang up the phone.
Noah. Push the button and end the call.
In the days of rotary dials wall-mounted with spiral cords
a thrown phone
could result in painful boomerang
I thought my mother was wrong but I changed
my plan Maybe someday in spite of me
my sons will call me