Poem from Advanced Poetry

Call

Both soundly asleep.
Morning comes soon enough,
When we must leave our beds
And routine takes over.

Cream colored phone rings,
Jolts us awake. Pull
The blankets closer as he fumbles
For the phone, then answers.

It is crazy Carla.
She just cusses at him,
So I hang up on her.
Not tired we talk about her.

Sleep finally returning,
Ringing calls us back.
She is cussing louder.
Stumbling I unplug both phones.

Both soundly asleep.
Morning comes soon enough,
When we must leave our beds
And routine takes over.