Twiggy C. Tubercio
On The Phone - Poem by Twiggy C. Tubercio
the water in my mouth
is this what nothing tastes like?
close my eyes as it gets hotter
is this what nothing looks like?
listening to you sleep
am i hearing nothing
there really is no nothing
just the absence of something
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