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Used That Phone

It's been a long time now since.

I played your song today
felt like jumping
in front of that moving truck
but instead I sang along with it.

The pay phone outside wasn't working
ate all my quarters instead.

That stale taste of coffee in my mouth
reminded me of you,
lingering.

I walk farther down to my old sanctuary:
a restaurant I used to work at.
I saw your shit car drive out
in front of me.
Thanked God or somebody
that you didn't see me.

I walked past downtown
Christmas tree
staring into store windows
at myself.

I looked ahead
seeing your car parked
in front of family owned.

Thinking that'd I'd take
the next route
but,
it is so cold out here.

Asking for help
there is no panic

    however,
as soon as they say,
'he's in the back.
maybe he can help you.'
'Oh. Thank you.'

I went down halls
that I used to rush down.
Bashing shins into
misplaced chairs,

confused highchairs,

stupid brown table.

Family owned
with your framed picture there.
Old ritual I persisted in to stare
make the image engraved into my brain.
Not today.

I see you at the table
we used to sit there
you told me your dreams and hopes
in monotone stories.

You now
jump back at the sight of me.

"Hey,
"Can you help me?"

Handed me the phone
gently, slowly.
Were you mocking me?

Now it was done.
Now I'm just standing here
stupid charming.

We talked movies and interviews.
small talk that I have always hated.
Were you mocking me?

"YOU CAN SIT DOWN."
[please, just stop looking at me.]

"SO. HOW ARE THINGS?"

[I care more about you when you don't matter]

"THINGS ARE BETTER."
[I want to hang myself.]

"THAT'S GOOD"
[At least you're off my back.]

"YEAH"
[I hate you.]

"SO, I WAS THINKING OF GOING ON A ROAD TRIP."
[This is how over I am about all of this.]

"GOOD FOR YOU. THAT'S GREAT."
[I hope you die in an accident.]

"I SHOULD GO NOW. I THINK MY RIDE IS HERE"
[I'm going to go stab out my eyes now.]

 

I think I'll listen

to the song you wrote for me

50 times more.

 

I can't breathe now

but at least I'm crying

as least I feel something

rather than nothing

at least I am living.  

Author notes

break ups and awkward sentence structure make for comedy relief. i feel better.

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  • Vacancy
    July 3

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    That made me laugh a lot. Absolutely fantastic.

    Break ups are a bitch. But they make for months of excellent writing material...


  • Bleak Cult ure
    February 18

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    I really love this one.

    I left a long comment about it but it didn't post so I will give you the short version.

    Six arms, three yellow faces. Nice poem.
    I can relate.


  • natchstucco
    February 18

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    this is a real road trip that you have taken us on. very revealing and inciteful on the whole thing. glad u got it all out. congrats on the silver ...well deserved.


  • Kathryn Bowden
    February 7

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    wow! really good. so much emotion! This is a piece I think anyone who has ever had any kind of breakup can relate to. Good work and good luck in the contest!


  • Indeed
    February 7

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    HOLY.. FUCK! You are insanely talented. I wanna Hug you.... but i guess the only thing i can do it give you three smileys.. God.. your good.

    • thanks so much yall. man. this is the coolest. i love support. you're like a very nice bra.
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