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Maya Angelou: Untold Story Challenge

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Conversations After the Breakup

To my roommate:

Please add ice cream and vodka

to the grocery list. You know what –

get whipped cream.

He did it in a text message.

To my best friend:

Let’s call him.

Well, I think it is a great idea.

What’s it mean when the bartender

gives me water when I ask

for a martini?

To his voice-mail (1):

You left some mail at my place.

I’ll be home all night, if you want

to come over. Just ring the bell

and I’ll ring yours.

to his voice-mail (3):

I found three pairs of boxer shorts

mixed in with my laundry.

Your ties are cuddled beside the gold

bracelet you bought for my birthday.

They smells like you.

to his voice mail (5):

Does that bitch ever

fuck you in the bathtub?

to his voice mail (8):

How is your voice-mail full?

to my boss:

It’s one of those, light-sensitive,

eyes blurry, can’t stand straight,

kind of migraines. I think I am just

going to crawl into bed.

to my mother:

It just didn’t work out.

Don’t worry about it.

I can find someone else to go

to cousin Kathy’s wedding with —

No, I don’t know who yet.

to my father

(who my mother forced on the line):

Are the Pats winning?

Its still the second quarter,

they can catch up.

to my travel agent:

Cancel it.

I can’t go to Barbados alone.

I already pictured us

on the beach.

to my therapist:

I am just so full of acceptance

and he is just so full of excuses.

to myself:

take a breath.

relax your shoulders.

pretend you don’t remember

how to spell his name

or what his fingers feel like

dancing on your skin.

to him:

(when he walked up to

my apartment two weeks later):

I mailed your letters,

dropped your clothes at your mothers,

and lost your number.