Babbling Brooke
She calls. She won't stop yammering.
Jesus! How can anyone talk so much,
And not about anything, painting her
Kitchen, visiting people who I don't
Know, buying things, breaking things,
Taking her cat to the vet? I'm feeling
My life pass before me. Even if I had
Something of importance to tell her,
I wouldn't. I don't want to give her
A reason to stay on the phone any
Longer. Go! Let me be. You've
Worn out my ears and my mind and my
Patience. Is there no one else you
Can call?
Poetry by Lawrence Beck

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Written on 2022-12-05 at 20:09




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