Waiting for the Phone to Ring

I blow out the lightbulb with a breath
My pen leaves its traces on the screen
I sit here and wait for the phone to ring
To answer the wish of my mental voice

I can call spirits from the vasty deep
And they answer, too, smartass
But not one of them is smart enough
To dial a goddam phone

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