Waiting for the Phone to Ring

by Jean Wong

 

 

Waiting for the phone to ring

Such a small little thing

For my 33 year old self to not 

Be in the moment about.

 

Would his fingers touch the phone

His voice caress my ear

Ask me to go for a walk

Have a coffee, see a movie

Have dinner, marry me,

Give me children

 

Connect his heart to love me

Or not love me or be indifferent

Or disagree, fight,

make me leave him, or have him

leave me.

 

Whatever,

I don’t care what happens…

Just pick up the

goddamn phone

And

call.

Doesn’t Want my Friendly Heart

by Jean Wong

 

 

Poised on grid

Moved midst

 metal hulks,

scanning ceaselessly

Mutual  anonymity

Wrapped in steel

Protected by horn and laws

 

Red to Green

A lengthy pause

Creates my blunder

Am invaded by curses

Unforgiving hatred

 glaring

 through sunlit glass.

 

He can’t hear my apologies

Nor reasons for my

day dreaming

slow reflexes

poor  judgment

 

Doesn’t want any of my

goodwill

peace making

friendly heart

 

His hard carapace

becomes my own

My mind leaks out loud

“Screw that wing nut.”

 

Metal hulks

carry away

strangers passing

wrapped in steel

protected by horn and  laws

 

Jean Wong may be reached at marcjeanhw@comcast.net – she lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and enjoys writing poetry as well as autobiographical short stories.