the pay phone,
and they laugh.
tell them about
standing in a glass booth
along the highway
with a stack of coins,
feeding the slot
to make a long distant
call to someone
you like,
hoping that the feeling
is mutual,
shivering in the wind
as you held the number
she gave you
on a scrap of paper
up to the flickering
light.
tell them about
the desperation
of words before
the time runs out.
you had to work for love
back then, you tell
them,
but they're not listening
they're watching
tik tok.
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