A Call Center in my Mind
- Q. Montejo

i wish for you to hear me say
from beyond all the miles and walls
that separate both hearts and homes
*i am thinking of you*
through endless wires and radio waves
running on telephone lines and satellites

but ...

you cannot hear me
because you are sorrounded by noise
the incessant words of people around you
and the pandemomium we call life
i only wish for all of it to be silent
even for a moment, or a second
just so you can hear me
make a little demand, a little favor

then i thought ...

if i ask you to hear me
then you have to glance away
from where you are going
this i cannot accept nor want
so you can just imagine me now
talking to you, asking for that little favor
but with my hand covering the mouthpiece