hanging by a phone cord

Currently listening to: Andrew Bird - "The Happy Birthday Song"

Today I was given a phone of gold
and lo! it was a phone of gold.

I was hanging out at the spot where you hang
spheres containing all sorts of
sorts

you know-- the pendants entail joy and sorrow and life and death and revelation and mystery and speechlessness and eloquence,
and yes, that's where I was.

I was hanging onto the sorrow hanger being hung up on myself about getting hung up on those things one shouldn't hover over ever.

From my spot up there, over the solid land where you can't hang, I couldn't notice something golden. But then,

"Hang in there, honey," I was told,
so I said okay and hung up.