Monday, October 30, 2017

By the Phone (Day 285)

Upstairs  
in the spare 
room   imagining
your face 
with a mixture 
of dread 
and longing
I hang up 
the phone   cord 
snaps back 
into place   
  phones 
    had 
     twisty 
 spiral
    cords 
  then   
and tiptoe down
the stairs 
because my mother 
forbade me to 
call boys   I was 
supposed to wait  
for them 
to phone me   
but    somehow
the threat of 
being alone always 
terrified me 
more 
than my mother’s 
quick temper.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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