Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Phone Call


The Phone Call


I turn my face and I am ten sitting by the phone waiting for your call.  All my dead
are in a field of butchered children striving to appease this racing blood.
I’ll renounce every grudge with a million oaths, press out every umbrage
that fills my chest with pus if that phone rings and you ask for me, your only son... mother.

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