Whispers on the phone are
Crackling gift wrap
Smeared with frosting
That once was ours
Silver forks and knives
Clatter against the wall
And fall like confetti
Into the litter box
Sandpaper scream bottlenecks
At the vocal cords
Silence a dead skunk in the road
As if a cat got your tongue
[ Smiles ] That is a nice one!
Thank you, Renard. It started in a completely different place from where it ended up. Love the process.