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Silent Profile On

2 min lectură·9 octombrie 2010

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And I\'ll tell you what kills me-

Cinders and Smoke when I go to bed at night

kills me;

the white sheets, the white sheets,

the gzillion-thread-count Egyptian Cotton white sheets

kill me, while Cinders and Smoke tortures me,

while I wait for the white-noise buzz of your call,

the Silent Profile On buzz of your call,

while The Trapeze Swinger starts

its do-do-doo, sweetly bland, and you

still haven\'t rung, and the white sheets,

and it\'s killing me, this waiting, waiting,

this white wanting, and

sometimes I check my Call Register

after you\'ve called, just to read the word Unknown

...as if that has become your name: Unknown...

and I even look at the time you rang,

as though it will give away some inscrutable clue

that I\'ve overlooked,

and, because your name to me is now Unknown,

I have some profound attachment to the word,

and I imagine, one of these days,

when you\'ve emailed and explained,

and you\'ve finished off with: I\'m sure you\'ll understand...

that the word, Unknown, will be a white torture

to my aching insides, for a time,

or maybe even forever- for a colourless eternity.

And that\'s why I hope the phone will buzz

before the next song, which is Flightless Bird,

and which is so indescribably sad

that I don\'t think I\'d be able to bear the two

at the same time:

the sad, sad song

and the silent phone.

0108.971

Philomena van Rijswijk. “Silent Profile On.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13956459/silent-profile-on

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