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Created on: September 08, 2008
Caller ID
A ringing telephone sends a jolt
Through my contented nightmare
And my long-dead grandfather
Appears on the caller ID
Twenty-two years and another marriage
My grandmother still wasn't ready
For change
The universe is specifically flawed
While I'm generically sad
The dull glow from
The computer screen
Is sharper than my own
Sense of grief.
Never wanting to pass the burden
Of my guilt
To a legitimate mourner
I attempt to bathe in the synthetic light
When this does not work
Only then do I pick up the phone.
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