Some Splatters

Answer It


the phone rings
and you come unstrung
like a string of pearls

the phone rings
and your fingers are encircled
in tones of silver and gold

the phone rings
and the bedroom in the back of your head
is papered with cut red velvet

the phone rings
and keys jangle
in the caller's calloused hand

the phone rings
because he has put his finger on
the only existing key

to your heart's lock