Morning Paper
i unfolded the paper
and lay it next to your plate
of bacon, eggs,
black coffee.
i tossled my hair,
wiped my eyes,
and practiced
how to smile.
you flopped down
with a grunt
and picked up the paper,
shaking the pages
like a wet umbrella.
i sat down across from you,
and stared at the back page.
there was an ad above the fold:
LOOKING FOR THAT MISSING SPARK?
LOOKING TO REKINDLE YOUR ROMANCE?
Call Today! 1-900-GET-LOVE!
you finished your food,
lay the paper down,
pushed back the chair with a screech,
and left the room,
without a word to me.
i took the paper and went
to the phone, hanging on the wall.
i dialed the number:
ring – ring – ring – ring
THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED
IS NO LONGER IN SERVICE.
PLEASE CHECK YOU NUMBER,
AND TRY AGAIN.
THIS IS A RECORDING: SIX-Oh-SIX-SEVEN.
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I love any poem that makes me laugh out loud