Over the Phone

I came here expecting to write.

Now what?

I’m listening to an army recruiter.

That’s right.

You heard me.

An army recruiter.

He’s giving me more comfort than any poem ever could.

Simply because of an accent.

That’s right.

You heard me.

An accent.

I’m here because….Somebody died.

That’s right.

You heard me.

Somebody died.

She was a good family friend.

I had to tell my grandmother, one of her best friends, over the phone.

That’s right.

You heard me.

Over the phone.





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