A Twenty Minutes poem.
Holding the phone to your head and
you hear a stream of words
issued nonstop high speed and directed
at your ears not listening.
a person completely uninterested
A person who is in fact thinking about
a pair of shoes the stain on the sofa a chocolate cake
the smell of fried chicken the ripe yellow bananas
in the bowl on the counter and
none of these being the topic of what’s coming out of that phone.