Umbilical cordA Poem by m.s.early
the dial feverishly, generously takes my finger with the spiral
the number has been known by heart for weeks now the nervous ring one then two then three until hello's relief it's umbilical cord coils in knots beneath the bedroom door © 2021 m.s.early |
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