Published in the Winter 2002 Volume 4 Issue 3 of The Melic Review.
Bad Connection At Midnight
I feel you moon stir through
twitchy, wireless static
in front of the mansion,
ring, ring, ring.
Tomorrow, remember my heart,
the black beads on my wrist,
twisted like shiny pipes.
And don't forget the promises,
(like bats, forever tangled in my hair.)
Tomorrow call again, to stop
fear's teeth from snagging my throat.
Tomorrow, call again to stop me from floating
away
on the refrigerator's blank hum.
©Tasha Klein 2001
Email: tasha4068@aol.com
