A Short Dissertation on Why I Hate Phones, In Poem

i hate the phone.

voices are muddied

calls drop without reason or warning

a breeze on your phone becomes an ache in my head

and no physical cues means i can't show you i'm listening 

i have to uh huh, yeah, go on

and wewe talktalk overover eacheach otherother

and that's awkward.

i just hate the phone.

but i love you.