i can go mad, or call her up.
this time i call.
outside is the sound of heavy machinery.
what are they building?
the phone is ringing , ringing in my ear,
and i hope to god she wont pick up,
but i don't believe in god,
and it's ringing, ringing.
hello, she says, and i know i've fucked up,
but i can't stop,
and i tell her that i love her.
what? she asks.
i love you! i yell over the noise outside.
what are they tearing down?
she hangs up on me,
and i'm filled with shame.
the mechanics of creating and destroying
are often the same.
i spend the rest of the day by the window,
watching men in yellow hats do what they do.
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