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The phone rang and rang,
I held my bathrobe closed, chased down the angry words you
screamed and locked them in the bathroom,
stuffing a towel under the door -
I hear them pacing.
The snow is muffling the night, I light
thirteen candles on the three windowsills
(yes, one has an extra)
I light the night
on fire.
Which comes first?
The idea or the words?
I write down "beginning" erase, "st…"
backspace,
trip
waaaaaaaaait
for autosave,
read a poem,
listen to the words
gun
and fierce,
contemplating the shrunken sleeves of my
pink bathrobe, not as nice as hers, I'm sure,
but it does the trick -
and we're back,
stupid,
my heel itches
and
I remember what I said today
about losing my patience
and how he told you he loved
my painting, though he never looked when I was
in the room.
I held my bathrobe closed, chased down the angry words you
screamed and locked them in the bathroom,
stuffing a towel under the door -
I hear them pacing.
The snow is muffling the night, I light
thirteen candles on the three windowsills
(yes, one has an extra)
I light the night
on fire.
Which comes first?
The idea or the words?
I write down "beginning" erase, "st…"
backspace,
trip
waaaaaaaaait
for autosave,
read a poem,
listen to the words
gun
and fierce,
contemplating the shrunken sleeves of my
pink bathrobe, not as nice as hers, I'm sure,
but it does the trick -
and we're back,
stupid,
my heel itches
and
I remember what I said today
about losing my patience
and how he told you he loved
my painting, though he never looked when I was
in the room.
For #LITplease 's Writing about Writing contest.
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There's so much to this marrative. It's wonderful!