Ghosts in the telephone
There are ghosts in the telephone
She says
Holding the receiver like a tiny baby fist
Holding on for life or death
Using the last strength left
There are ghosts in the telephone
She assures me
I can hear him he’s still here
Repeating a few words on air
Late at night he’s the loudest
Drowning all other sounds out
He sits beside me in the night
There are ghosts in the telephone
She says
As she unveils herself in front of me
In great racking sobs
Her eyes misty as though in fog
As only a mother could
He’s still here
She says to me
He’s in the telephone
Repeating
Listen listen
Beep, beep, beep
(2013)
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