Rachel Flint

Rookie - 5 Points (15/7/88 / Leeds)

Payphone - Poem by Rachel Flint

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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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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