Blushing

My first poem in 10 years. Written for The Writer's Cramp.

Bleary eyes read
Grimy walls.
A scrawled number offers
To ease all pain.
Thoughts flash, a
Smiling wife, an
Apple-cheeked child, a
      Home.
From the cradle, a
Receiver is lifted.
  Bile  r i s e s.
Pudgy fingers dial.
Stale breath is held.

“Hello?”

The sexy voice coos a
  Question.
A guilt-ridden voice
      Responds.

“Do you know what
Time it is?”

Click.





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