Midnight PhoneA Poem by Kristi BrooksEvery family has one.
Midnight Telephone
Barely awake I could hear her
shouting at me that he had again
wronged her, hitting her upside the head
with a frying pan this time—like a cartoon.
The image played out with
Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner in the desert
instead of Connie and John
in their two bedroom trailer.
“God damn b*****d knocked my false teeth out
and broke ‘em to pieces.” Her harsh half-yell, half bark
forced me to open my eyes to my dark apartment
and not the cheerfully painted desert.
I could hear myself asking her what she was
going to do,
where she was planning to go,
and silently praying to every god I knew it wasn’t my house.
“I’m gluin' my damn teeth back together.
What'd you think I was gonna do?”
© 2008 Kristi Brooks |
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2008 Last Updated on February 15, 2008 AuthorKristi BrooksOKC, OKAboutI think that I must have started making up stories in my head before I even learned how to read. My mom says that my ability to come up with such fantastic stories on a whim made it hard to get mad a.. more..Writing
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