Since she stopped answering the telephone
messages have been piling up daily
like dirty laundry, dishes in the sink,
bills on the piano, lumps in her throat,
like silver dollar pancakes he used to make,
movies in her head of his arms outstretched
as he brandoed stella and she fell down
laughing til she thought her lungs would burst
And right about now she wishes they would.
Gutter Eloquence #25