Silent caller, dorm telephone

by Ed Madden

Arkansas, 1985

Like any other Sunday, he bought the newspaper
on his way back from church, and after lunch
he spread it out on the small bed in the room

he shared with a friend. There was a story
about a new church, an address, a number.
He turned the page facedown, tucked it under

the others, afraid the roommate would see. Later
he wrote a short letter: I think I might be—.
My parents wouldn’t—. I don’t have anyone to—.

He got a reply, recognized the return address
in the campus mailroom, waited until he was
alone. There was a man’s name, a number.

He hid the letter in a book on the shelf
above his desk. He waited. He doesn’t remember
how long he waited, the letter hidden. One

afternoon, when no one was in, he walked down
the hall to the dorm phone at the corner
of two corridors. There was a chair. He didn’t

sit. He called the number. Hello? He hung up.
He stood there a moment, listening.
There was a radio going, somewhere. To change

this lonely life. Foreigner. I want to know
what love is. It was so quiet, he could hear
every word. He picked it up, dialed again.


ED MADDEN is author of four books of poetry, most recently Ark, and
professor of English at the University of South Carolina. In 2015 he was
named poet laureate of the City of Columbia, SC. In 2019 he received a Poet
Laureate Fellowship from the Academy of American Poets and was a visiting
artist at the Instituto Sacatar in Bahia, Brazil. Find him on Instagram and
Twitter at @EdMaddenSC