2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Twelve-

It Was Me Again:

There's a phone ringing somewhere

But I can't find it

And the noise won't silence 

And I can't find reason to care.

So I let it ring out until it eventually stops

And ignore that phone call like I forgot 

While I revel in my own misery and prod at things that hurt

But there is a big difference between acknowledging your pain

And changing the wound cleaner to salt from dirt. 

There's a phone ringing somewhere again

And the shrill tone is aggravating my friends

'Why won't you just answer the fucking phone?!'

'Sorry. Please leave a message. No one is home.'

I redressed my wounds in the silence and found only scars

Under the bloodied bandages, I found the stars 

A battled galaxy of skin glistening with stories.

It was when I finally stopped shoving dirt in the things that bleed

And slapped the salt on finally that I could see

I should answer that call. 

There's a phone ringing somewhere 

And I let it ring out twice 

Before picking up the call and answering 'hi'.

On the other end was me, 

Wondering where the hell I had been. 

I said, 'sorry. I love you. I wasn't quite feeling like me.' 

And she smiled back, a mouth full of teeth. 

I picked up that call in the mirror 

And the phone line came clearer. 

There's a phone ringing but I have it in my hand

I won't ignore my own calls 

For the people who will never understand. 

~J.K.M.