The phone

The phone doesn't ring.
It sits,
Staring at you.
Animately antagonistic.
Look at those angry numbers.
See how they confuse.
They are the muddled signals,
They are the second guessings.
It only grows hotter
As you near it.
The heat upon it
is unbearable.
There is nothing you can do.
It will make no noise,
It will not clarify.
This phone does not ring.