Generation Dial Tone - Poem by Shannon Thompson
(This is meant to be a performance poem. There will be stage directions written on the sides, heads up.)
Hello? Hello? Hello... (everyone says “Hello” one at a time around the room while this line is read by main speaker)
Can you hear me now?
….but are you listening?
I didn’t think so.
These words I speak turn to static
Falling on deaf ears,
And you’re not paying attention— (Everyone) again.
I’m tired of hearing your phone ring
More than we actually talk.
Mute becomes the muzzle for that beast
Always at your side, like I used to be.
Person 1 Stands (with disgust) : You HAVE to take this one?
Person 2 Stands (with disgust) : It CAN’T wait until I’m done?
Person 3 Stands (with disgust) : It’s an EMERGENCY?
No one’s dying. Except maybe your battery (Person 1 Sit down) ,
And my willingness to try
To hold a conversation with you (Person 2 Sit down) .
This is the last time (Person 3 Sit down) .
I’m not waiting for your call waiting.
Please hang up and don’t dial again.
The number you’ve reached
Has been disconnected.
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