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
Thursday, August 6, 2009
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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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