e s p

e s p
digging through a purse
full of useless junk
i carry to work and back each day
digging through a purse
trying to find a phone card
so i can dial your long distance number
and thinking of the passion
i hold locked away waiting for your touch
but before i find the magic card
i pick up a ringing receiver
and hear your voice with the
subtle soft “hi” i love so much

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2.5 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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  1. 🙂 🙂 🙂

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