“I’m busy – ” Baby, Honey?
Do the pet names redeem the fact
that you never called me back?
How busy were you really?
Well, I guess you weren’t busy enough since
you still had the time to tell me that you didn’t have the time.
If, during your absence, no one tried to contact you,
would you still say you were busy?
You get a rise out of being chased.
You turn your phone off, throw it in a drawer;
belly-flop onto your bed; close your eyes – like shades –
to the sight of the sun;
open your eyes – like car headlights –
to the moon’s movement.
How many pairs of thumbs tapped you a text?
How many voices mailed you a message?
You should scroll down the missed calls list,
find my name, my number, and call me back.
My phone vibrates and your name pops up
with the message: “I’m busy.”
Now I know I am worthy of only a cut and paste.