Non-Erotic PoetryMaking the MoveMy 10am phone friend
wakes me up to “good morning”
and through a croaking throat
I whisper “hi” and sense his smile
as he stretches at the truth
I can hear his muscles turning
while he breathes unevenly
I wonder what he’s up to
and suddenly I’m serious
sending Dear John’s to an acrobat
who twists his words carefully
so that they blend with mine
until I am relieved
and feel that I’ve told him
my breath coming in spurts
and his fingers keeping time
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