It used to be
Your phone would sit
And when it rang
You answered it
Right where it was–
The kitchen wall,
A table halfway
Down the hall,
Beside your mom
And daddy’s bed–
And if it didn’t ring
You read
Or watched TV
Or paced
Or cried
Or wondered why
That asshole lied
And just when you
Threw up your hands
And grabbed your coat
And made new plans
And tensed your grip
To slam the door–
…the phone would ring.
Not anymore.


About Michael

Silliness is good
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