Busy Phone Lines

It’s easy to be

The open envelope

For someone else and i wonder

Why do i bother?

Maybe because when i was

Walking around in

Green converse and

Staying up too late and

Daydreaming all afternoon and

Waking up with

An upside down heart

I kept my sweater zipped

Tight over my

Ribcage and

Nobody called me on

The phone

It’s her first kiss and she was

Waiting for violins that don’t come and i tell her

Do it fifty more times and you’ll

Hear the symphony

I listened to the silence of

Moth wings beating

And went to the computer to learn

How to

And it’s all making me terribly

Heavy on the ride home all the sudden i’m

An empty orange juice carton

Sweet and all gone

I turn up the music as if i could drown out

The belated

Loneliness

But even when i sing as if i’m

Happy the sounds  all come out meaning

What I feel even though the lyrics are about

Lovers not

Letters I mailed

to myself

Because all the phone lines were

busy