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Waiting for a line
Loneliness: the ticking time bomb
waiting to explode
if no one will short the fuse.
Calling out names
to an empty room
of washers and dryers,
a cell of four-sided walls
and open windows,
the timer keeps descending
one second after the next;
ticking, ticking, ticking.
you sit, waiting to explode
and void the room of any trace
that you were ever there.
You sit, feeling the ticking
come from inside,
and you hope that a late-night phonecall will
defuse your mind
