No Title Poem by Jon Edward Walker

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I move across the floor
wading through a four
foot harsh current to
the phone
that weighs 200 lbs
and move my giant fingers
across the tiny numbers
trying to dial you,
but I can’t
I love you and I’m sorry
but today I can’t
tell you that.

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