"Not short for anything, just Gail,"
She says like her life depends on it.
Needle-shaped with mind the size of whale,
She's built herself a hopelessness-filled pit.
And sure, she's a lovely chatmate,
Offering support like a vending machine,
But she offers it at an articifial rate.
Her honest joy is yet unseen.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.
