Old phones

Phones are…unconnected
disentangled
slim–
each ring a breath
through tiny speakers
without echo or depth

I want
(not mobility,
not convenience, but)
to wind my fingers
through the loops of a cord–

Get them so immersed in the coils
I lose seconds
thoughts
heartbeats
in twisting them free

Instead
I spend the time imagining
your own slim phone–
buzzing like mad on a table
in an empty room, or
in your hand–
the screen blinking up
into unresponsive eyes