30:30 2014, Day 7

Call

A sort of sparrow around here 

makes the tone of a dumb hardbutton

cellphone. Shrewd, to evolve for ears 

of the sure marks: the old, the broke, 

the lonesome. Bound to feed 

when you call and call. They know you

aren't the long-gone spouse, the redhead 

at work, but you're the one who needs them

aloud. Cheeeeerup, the song goes. Cheeeeerup, you.