a drawer full of cell phones

when

i open up the kitchen

drawer

full of odds

and ends, i can almost

hear

the old phones

chatting, talking

in gibberish.

there is the sound of

bells and dings,

ringing

of an early time

in life.

each phone still full of names

and numbers,

lovers

and friends,

old wives.

but the batteries have

all died,

all put to sleep forever,

good night.