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by Angela Thomas

doodles and text messages and i'm calling you
and he's calling me and i finally get why they
call this behavior annoying. probably because
that's exactly what it is. i wish my phone

came with a breathalizer. maybe a sobriety test,
a sanity test. anything to help me stop doing
what i keep doing. and it's crazy. i know this.
i'm fully aware of this fact. but it doesn't stop

me from the texts, 'whatcha doin?' or the ever-popular
'want to come over?' you'll call when you're drunk,
like i'll go on a date with him while i'm stoned
and at the end of the day, we don't want to see each

other's faces in cold light. naked, cold reality.
with something less than sweat on the brow and hands
grabbing flesh. pulling apart little pieces of each
other and devouring. we only want to do that.

11/25/2008

Posted on 11/25/2008
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/25/08 at 09:55 PM

this feels familiar and distant at the same time... it definitely stirred a few memories.

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