Night Music: Be My BabyOctober 16, 2017
Poem: Call In The Middle of The NightOctober 16, 2017
my voice echoed down the line
like a bedlamite
the quiet electronic crackles,
hung in the dark night
as if my question had gone,
disappeared down a deep and endless well.
Minutes passed, maybe hours.
In the end, I whispered “I love you”
and put down the receiver
as the bitter sting of nausea overwhelmed my throat.