The cord stretching tight
“Shut up David it’s my turn”
Giggles and whispers
Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)
Crying, as he said goodbye
Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days … So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.