Queen of Choke!
So there was I, akin to Romeo’s Juliet in an upstairs porch,
Holding the phone, clutching tightly my mind’s speech
Rehearsed til dawn, creatively practised on captive friends.
And I choked!
(Well, rhetorically at least.)
There goes my grita!
(A freaking walk down juvenile memory lane!)
What is it about him that
Leaves me
Abandons me
Captures me
Lures me
I turn off the phone, end any future conversation,
Time echoes in breathless gall
And I whisper,
Next time.
