The Phone Call Poem by Michael Salcman

The Phone Call



In the ether streaming
across a continent
an astral girl materializes

crawls through carbon and optical fiber
projects herself
as a hologram of desire

and tumesces
from a shy hello to warm wet sighs
as deliquescent as a dewdrop on buck thorn.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Collected in Salcman, The Clock Made of Confetti, Orchises Press,2007
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