sentimental drinking

i can't be around a phone

after

a drink or two.

cell phone, pay phone.

hotel phone,

anyone's phone.

i stare at a telephone wire

and want to climb

the pole to hack

in and dial someone up.

i suddenly need to talk,

or text,

or send a picture or an

emoji

to someone that i haven't

seen or heard

from in years.

most of whom wouldn't

pour a glass of water

on me, if i was on fire.

i have no control over

my fingers.

i have the will power

of an infant when it comes

to sentimental feelings

set loose under

the delusion of a gin and tonic.

my undying devotion

and love

rises to the surface

like a dead body

under water.

here take my phone.

take the battery out and put

it where i can't see it.

tie my hands behind my

back and gag me until

i come to my senses.