On hold with Spectrum Business
who was Time Warner until yesterday,
now someone picks up the call -
happy lunch sounds from hell,
a soft summer voice:
I’m sorry about that.
I’ll play guitar for Uncle Bill every day.
Cradle the wooden body atop
patterned sheets.
2 sweaters, dirty hair,
stretch my arms (for dad)
– buy floss.
Vexed to nightmare
by a rocking cradle.
Sweetheart plagiarism scrambled
in verse - and I’m no better,
no worse.
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