thoughts
fuse. sweaty hands
clutch onto a coiled
off-white wire, a
prayer. words sneak
and slither. i stuff
a smile into my voice.
static niceties wait
politely to be returned
with postage charge.time
diffuses in,out,in,out,
imaptient. silence.
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imaptient = impatient
just a typo, dear. :]
this was marvelous.
I am updating my favorite poems list a lot tonight.
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