Does woman really need to add a cell
phone to her amatory arsenal?
As if she can�t already give us hell,
she now can spurn us and get personal
with people on the mobile�s other end.
She keeps the thing cemented to her ear
till it becomes her auditory friend.
Though dial tones may be all that she can hear,
can charm or fetish serve a better turn
idolatrizing contact with the world?
Such access makes the disconnected yearn
for less self-centered women to be curled
beside them on the bed with nuptial band �
instead of sterile cellular � in hand.
FALL 2008