But The Phone Poem by Beata Zalot

But The Phone



I have nothing on me
but the phone pinned to my ear

we are spread

from wave to wave

from word to word

hello? ! - instead of, I love…
please? - instead of, I want…


something breaks the words
spread over two beds


hang on - I'll call

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Beata Zalot

Beata Zalot

Zakopane, Poland
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