12.4.10

telephone line

Can't you see me down here looking up?
I've got a letter in my pocket, your name mentioned in it
That I forgot to open. Do you want to pick it apart
bit by bit?
Swallow every syllable in your outstretched lines.
There are some things people think and do that make
no sense, even to patient listener birds like you.
No one confessed about this sunshine run,
no one told me it would be soaked in rum.
Chew, chew, chew off a piece, seemingly simple
instructions from a fake like you.

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