Back, I rise to the whistle of escaping steam. Boiling droplets spray my hand as I pour and I curse, my preoccupation broken for a moment. Carrying the cup back to the couch, I stop at the window, the deserted street reflecting the way I feel. I sit and stare past the commericial, the smiling model an alien to me. Finally the phone is singing. I grab the receiver before it is through: No, I do not wish to renew my subscription and indeed, there is a need to cry.
2007-03-14
15:59:28
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It is read like a paragraph, so I presented it that way. Sorry you don't like the singing phone. I think it the best part.
2007-03-14
16:06:43 ·
update #1
There is a reason there is no adjectives and few metaphors. The reader must fill in his own blanks. This is a universal experience unique only to the reader, who alone can provide details through his own experience, recollection, imagination. Maybe this isn't clear. Then again, maybe it is.
2007-03-14
16:15:46 ·
update #2
By the way, the singing phone is a metaphor. You'll all be sorry when I publish my first volume of poetry and the world is amazed at my genius, lol.
2007-03-14
16:17:09 ·
update #3