Appointment at 4.
She has not called me yet.
Grandma surely wonders,
if...if...if...,
would it be heaven?
would it be hell?
I assure her, unsolicited,
God hears all Her children.
Triangles awaken
as stubborn perrenials,
raising with familiarity,
nature's ironic patterns.
Women's chatter fills
the room, Fill it. Fill it.-
another familiar pattern.
Space, anxiety, space, anxiety
Fill the anxiety.
Feel the anxiety.
It's 5:32.
When will they call me?
Counting up the barters
to offer the Gods
in exchange for a
most pleasant phone call.
It's 5:39.
Dearest Faye...I've been reading, circling you from afar, so unsure what to say, and even though I have no idea what I could possibly do to make any of this better, I just wanted to...I don't know!...Just reach out and let you know that I'm thinking about you, all the time, and I'm wishing you peace and I have my fingers crossed for the most pleasant phone call.
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