Payphone Poem by Rachel Flint

Payphone



A pound buys me,
Twenty minutes,
On the old
Pay phone.

Twenty minutes,
Of longed for voices,
To feel at home.
A second cannot
Be wasted.

Can’t remember,
The detail.
It is boring,
Ordinary stuff.

As the final minutes pass,
I panic.
All my feelings,
Come out in one breath.

Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Iloveyou.

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