On Hold
A poem by Jacqueline Jules
On Hold
Thank you for your patience.
All agents are assisting others.
The recorded voice promises
my call will be answered
if I continue to stay on the line.
In the meantime, I could listen
to the music or clip my toenails.
Maybe I should wash my underwear.
After all, the phone is portable.
I can carry it through the house
or even outside to the garden
where I could weed while I wait.
Thank you for your patience.
All agents are assisting others.
I could leave a message. Let
customer service call me back.
But nothing takes my question
out of the queue or gives me
what I need to hang on
at this moment in my life
when all available agents
are assisting other customers.
About the Author:
Jacqueline Jules is the author of Manna in the Morning (Kelsay Books, 2021), Itzhak Perlman’s Broken String, winner of the 2016 Helen Kay Chapbook Prize from Evening Street Press, and Smoke at the Pentagon: Poems to Remember (Bushel & Peck, 2023). Her poetry has appeared in over 100 publications. Visit www.jacquelinejules.com
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May 30, 2024 at 5:04 PM
I certainly can relate to your poem.
thank you.
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May 30, 2024 at 11:53 AM
I get this message when I pray. There’s a shortage of angels.
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May 30, 2024 at 10:44 AM
Mr. Mid-70 years-old hermit says:
Not only can you carry it anywhere, but it could save your life if/when you needed it to, or (Best move) you can throw it out the window and be phone-free forever. .
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May 30, 2024 at 8:48 AM
It’s thought provoking. Though it describes an ordinary thing as waiting in the phone line, it could be waiting for news of the loved ones in wars.
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