Phone rings,
It’s twelve seventeen am, you were in a thought,
You told her your in a thought,
She needs to honor the artist you are,
You the writer are every bit a sculptor,
I bleed internally some thoughts taunt me,
Now she asked if I will answer when she calls later,
Shivering I’m thinking,’What the fuck!’
Keeping that thought to myself,
Am I too much of a pile of lint?
Does she imagine because I’m feared as an empath to think more of the cunningly stupidness behind anyone calling me imagining I’m sitting by the phone in the off chance that someone in my LGBTQ community might call me???????
Yes,
Yes,
Boiling over now!
Why did she not just hang up?
Why did she not stop on a dime,
Why didn’t she just say ‘Oh, well ok then?
Bye!
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