Hello, please leave a message
after the tone.
Delicious voice fountaining from my phone
lets me know no one’s home. Supposedly.
Coded, recorded, and lacking a visage
This digital talker with no body
could sweeten a page in my blindfolded story. I tell him so. By time limits eaten
even he has hung up on me.
Please salvage this message buried unseen
inside the malicious phony tone.
Above image: “Man and woman using telephones, c. 1910.” Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18895
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