oh my God, i can't find my phone

have you

seen my phone? she asks me,

as she searches

under the bed.

she's frantic.

worried, she's tossing the sheets

off,

throwing pillows

into the air.

i can't find my phone,

she says.

have you seen it?

her eyes are bugging out,

her face

is pale.

she runs into the bathroom,

then down

the stairs,

she goes out to her car,

empties the garbage

can,

i can't find it, she screams.

everything,

everything,

my life is in there.

finally, i take it out

of my pocket and hand

it to her.

it's only been lost

for five minutes, i tell her,

but

you've had

twenty-four text messages,

three calls

and thirteen emails.