Poems
from sounding lines [chamorro standard time: UTC +10:00]
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remember just
the time
-table mom made
and taped
to the fridge when it
is two pm here
it is eight am the next
day there—
mom always talking story
on the phone—
long distance
counting
minutes when it
is eleven am there
it is five pm the day
before here
her voice
transoceanic
cables
pull sounding lines
between island
and continent
when it is six pm here
it is twelve pm
the next day there—
she shows [us]
how to dial
"one six seven one
and the number"—
rotary vocal cords
pulse when
it is one am here
it is seven pm the next
day passes
into years—
fewer and fewer
calls lost
connections
avian silence—i
want to remember
when [we] once
belonged—