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Flat on Your Back (2)
by Angela ThomasYou're on the other end of the phone,
Your ex just showed up at my house.
I'm drenched in the tub and wondering
what he is saying to my boyfriend,
I'm sure it'll go something like this:
Man, She sure was a special girl,
Ill never forget the time... and the
story will go on, and then, when it
has finished, a silence will fall.
It'll coat the backyard like clear
nail lacquer, thin but hard. One of my
most dear mistakes will leave your house
to go home and maybe lie on his bed,
counting specks on the ceiling, making
isosceles triangles, like I used to, while
you lie down in your bed, on your back,
staring at the ceiling without popcorn
and picturing my face, smiling. Meanwhile,
I'm home, in my bed, flat on my stomach,
my head pressed deeply into my pillow,
mouth wide open, gasping for air and wailing.
02/23/2004 Author's Note: revision
Posted on 02/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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