the scratch in the record (20170408)

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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Day 8

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9 thoughts on “the scratch in the record (20170408)

  1. You’ve captured your concept so well – but… “crushed under a drunks forearm” this line is in a league of its own.

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