Thursday, August 6, 2009

Don't Call Me - Donna Shomer

The minutes passed

beer-can rollers

in her hair

she sat cross-legged

on her bed –

the yellow phone

across from her

like some evil amphibian.

20th century sphinxes they were

those phones

frog shaped

with dials

1 comment:

  1. Great! Great! Great! I see it all perfectly. More than that, I feel it all perfectly. And you do it all in a few, spare, perfectly chosen words.

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