the phone rings
and my words
are pressed down
stoppered between
gut and tongue
you say hello
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
and we hang up
the phone rings
and my heart
is pressed down
wedged between
sharpened bones
you say hello
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
and we hang up
the phone rings
and my throat
clamps closed
crushed under
a drunk’s forearm
you say hello
and apologize
since you know you’ve called
(didn’t i)
and that you want to tell me
that you couldn’t remember
if i had received
the card
i assure you i have
(please don’t apologize)
and we hang up
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It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 8
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I like the way this works. I like the flow and the implications. Nicely done.
Thank you very much. How are you doing?
I’m doing pretty good, thanks.
This is a perfect expression.
Thank you.
You’ve captured your concept so well – but… “crushed under a drunks forearm” this line is in a league of its own.
Thanks. It’s a pretty complicated topic.
Excellent this is!
Thank you, friend!