Home   Home

after the tone

by Brynn Dizack


i'm mixing drinks
one part your eyes
one part sweet vermouth
pour glass over phone
alcohol seeps in
ice cubes bounce off plastic &
shatter at our shoes
"can we walk in the street?"

i am pressing sticky receiver
against my ear so hard
it hurts

holding my breath, trying to
stretch the one second of
your voice on the answering machine
into some kind of taffy i could
stick in my teeth
your name into infinity and
counting backwards from
there to zero


press one for more options.

we're sorry.
you have pressed an
incorrect key.


Posted on 02/17/2003
Copyright © 2022 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 02/19/03 at 03:29 PM

Cute sweetpea. ;o)

Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/25/03 at 06:11 PM

Delicious desire. Excellent format with great imagery.

Posted by Ava Blu on 07/01/05 at 03:51 AM

this one is absolutely a favorite. if you blended all my other comments, they still wouldn't express how fantastic this poem is.

Return to the Previous Page

pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online
All works Copyright © 2022 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)