“Hey! We’d love to have you back!”
He says. I don’t even know the voice
but it bumps me. I recover
quickly, with force, and put things
in the right order. One, “Uh…”
Two, “Thanks.” Three, “No thanks.”
His voice holds the line,
“May I ask why?” Subscribing
leads to persistent recycling.
It’s a drag. Memories
are heavy. Atmosphere twists
the inconvenient. Bitterness gets through.
The ugliest feeling I have just keeps calling.
My blood sugar is steady but the rest is a lie.
I am sour still. You can only avoid a ringing
phone for so long.