Poem: Cellular

A poem about our phones, our brilliance, and call waiting...

We’re all just one phone call away
from brilliance. Or so we might like
to think. Whenever your phone isn’t
ringing, it might be your brilliance

not calling. A convenient excuse for
the need to always cheek those
missed calls. A world of possibly

brilliant people, following the end of
their nose to the source of their troubles.