Like clockwork the phone calls come
10pm…11pm…12am…
I sigh the sigh we all know
When you don’t want to do something
That wretched green button
I am so often offered
To click…
Just click it!
Answer your dang phone.
When I was west
This was not an issue.
Now I am East
And it is like clockwork.
Most of the time it is
Missed by mistake.
Yet even as I write this
I know I often click red
Not by mistake.
Last week it was 11pm.
Eyes almost shut for the night.
Red or green?
Like clockwork
Red it was.
The next day, like clockwork
I sent the message…
“Sorry!”
I clicked red.
But that night, again,
Like clockwork.
Red or green?
I clicked green.
In Central Asia,
you always click green.
Maybe I use my foreign pass too much.
Maybe I ought to die to myself and
Click green more.
That night I clicked green
My friend shared…
She shared deeply from within.
Vulnerability accessed
And a friend at ease…
Because I clicked green.