Jackson Riley - don't press 'talk' Jack! ! !

it’s to my own face
I hold the phone like a nine-inch knife,
quietly shaking/hesitating,
because
despite my shirtless warehouse shoulders,
and my four-day facial fuzz,
(and my obvious intoxication) ,

I’m still afraid of pain.

Jackson Riley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-press-talk-jack/