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ode to a long distance phone call
by Philip F De Pinto
seemingly like a lock unable to be picked
at close range I picked your ears long distance
while dialing I imagined you picking up the receiver
and tucking it twixt jaw and shoulder blade
while fumbling in your quiver for the nail
you would light as a time piece to measure our discourse
which was only permitted the length of the nail
for once that nail had been reduced down to smoldering nub
you would slam down the receiver and forbid me ever to rape your lock again
at long distance and though that rape like an etch o' sketch
is wiped clean from your memory still it persists year to year
like crickets chirping away in the eaves of my ear
01/19/2013 Posted on 01/19/2013
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