The Terrible Soft Humming

A dial tone before I say goodbye.
That’s how I feel. Like no questions
In January, February or March
After the first December I fail
To mail out the rounds of that
Traditional family Christmas letter.
That’s how I feel. Shocked
And dismayed and so terribly
Sleepy. God-forsaken and sleepy.
Any and all goodbyes drowned out
By a universal colossal dial tone.
A pre-recorded message
On the voice-mail system.
If you’d like to make a call,
Please hang up and try your call
The terrible soft humming.



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