Memory Assassin
Thursday, 20 September 2012
home is where
you lose your cat
and crawl to locate
the phone that overrides
hot silence.
no matter
how you pimp your roof,
it all must fall,
the whole disaster—
each plastic face
surrenders.
Finally, you accept the call.
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