Switchboard Operator

That girl,
well, she grew up wanting to be a switchboard operator.

She thrilled at the thought of all those plugs and wires,
but it’s not like that anymore,
it’s all computerized these days.

She can’t let it go.

She continues to dream,
albeit digitally,
by placing her cell phone on vibrate,
forwarding the landline,
and then tucking her phone down the front of her jeans.

It doesn’t matter what time it is,
feel free to give her a call.


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