Please hang up and try again.

Maybe there's still room.

Maybe, there's still a phone
with numbers to dial, and
tones to echo

Maybe there's still a voice
on the far end of the wire,
whispering,

I'm sorry.
the number you have dialed
has been disconnected.

Maybe, there's still a gap
between your palms where I might
find sanctuary for my cheeks,
where I might
purse my lips and query.

Maybe there's still room
for a wanderer on your spare pillow
or for a poet between your knees.