it wasn’t meant to be
my cell phone rings and I lift it off
the table just enough to see the number
and let it back down with a snarl
you’re not going to answer it she says
that’s right I’m not going to answer it
the number’s not in my contacts
and I don’t recognize it
maybe it’s somebody from your
attorney’s office with some
good news she says
believe me that call was not from my
attorney’s office
what are you laughing at she says
I’m just saying maybe you’re rich
and you don’t even know it
april two thousand sixteen
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invalid client hello
I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you mean…are you referring to the telephone call?
yes
Matthew, this leaves me wanting for more. So mysterious–and open to interpretation. What happens next? 🙂
And thank you for your support of my new blog.
thank you for commenting on this piece…the best answer I have to offer is that this is one of those poems where the characters simply go back to living their ordinary lives
A scary thought if you already have the attorneys number in your phone-book…
Yes, I imagine so….