Poems from monkeyonmynose
A long phone call.
I let her talk.
I had nothing to say.
Unusual.
No jokes, questions.
Thoughts.
Something’s wrong.
She knows.
It’s...
Quit fucking staring at me.
You have a hole in your head!
No thumbs.
Or fingers, for that matter.
Just tacky brown rubber stubs
That don’t...