Wired Spaces
Conversations across telephone wires
Tangling words & feelings
Nothing but cat’s play—
But my cat frolics over tangled strings;
I don’t.
Hanging on such talks
Twists my insides
My feelings aching from being laid out
On a procrastinated bed
Wired spaces are such narrow connections
Redialing,
Through straighter wire
Changes some
But only retracting it all
Returns me to the self I was
Before that telephone call
Bio
Roberta “Bobby” Santlofer (1943-2020) was a mother of sons, an avid reader, and a poet. A posthumous collection of her poetry is forthcoming. Santlofer’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Gargoyle, Philadelphia Stories, Grey Sparrow Review, and elsewhere.