Sorry,
I'm not able to answer your call.
Please,
Leave a message after the tone.
And you leave your message
while I,
I, perhaps, am
in the shower
or sitting on the john
in the kitchen
or washing the dishes
in the confines of my room
trying to avoid any contact
any contact that will reveal
I am breaking, breaking slowly
chipping away, melting
sitting in a corner, heart racing
not wanting, not reaching
hearing the voice leave a message
asking me to come and
be paid hourly
that life seems so far away
so far away, it's not really mine.
©jln.
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