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   Sitting in a broken phone booth

letting the money in my hand - float -

to the slot with god on the other end



Will you talk to me?

Will you walk with me ...

to an empty gas station

where the answers to humanity lie?



On the sixth day, after she left

I found myself in Limbo -

a place between thoughts.

Days on end to study and contemplate

on these empty, lonely hours.



Isolated from my end or my friend.

Headed with a hole in my heart

to another hole to hide.



Ah! What's this - this phone

An angel on the line - I see

"I am headed home in less than three days and shall

talk to you again soon!"



At last - a reason to live -

to steal a slice of gum

from the fingers of god himself!



Joy left over from agony

Who knows what will come of this day?

Will I talk to me?

Will I walk with me ...

to an empty gas station where the answers to humanity lie?!



I have figured it out -

At last, I AM IN CONTROL!




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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