Ring

A memory cold called me today
Rang straight to my heart
but hung up
when my brain answered

I know it was you
Your number
has become an earworm
Those seven ancient digits
their distinctive pitch

                                  up            up
up                                    down
      down                          
                           up
                down                              

Even the feel of fingers
tracing arcs with the telephone dial
muscle memory
after so many years

Sorry to disappoint you
but I see through your soft sell
and I'm not buying
So please remove me from
your list
and allow me to finish my dinner.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Chew Through Your Own Chains, Out of Standard (Again) with Izy in which we were to think of 3 words or phrases related to a job that we hated and use them in a poem having nothing to do with the job.

My job was as a telemarketer for credit card insurance (BOO HISS!) It was my first job and I quit after the first day because I found it so distasteful!

My words (I used more than 3 because I don't read directions!) were:
cold call
telephone
dial
number
list
pitch
sell
buy
soft sell
dial
ring
hang up