My cellular device—an outdated
flip phone—took a shit
when I needed it most,
but right before it did
I managed to take down 17
contacts, lest I lose them
forever:

some lovers, a couple
family members, many
old friends (a few I don’t
even like anymore)

so now I have this post-it
note, full of names and numerals
and I’m squarely where I was
before.