My Phone   Top-drawer, loaded — you should have seen my phone: not some East 14th Street knockoff that fell off the back of a truck, no, I was jonesing   for the real deal, the one that can tell you what’s what and who’s who and where to hang your hat and which way’s heaven, which way’s hell —   the features, man, the features — angels sang my song, I’d never have to be alone, I’d have it made. And then the damn thing rang.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont April 2013