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Telephony
'How are you - how's it going?'
I don't want to answer, but
'I'm good, thanks,'
it's a bald-faced lie,
Life is a jumble.
but, I join the customary
dance of mendacity
Making a report,
'I was in the hospital,'
'Oh yeah?' in her sing-song
'Tell me all about it,'
she pretends to cough
using the action to glance
at the cell in her hand
--eyes roll, then
she feigns caring eyes.
I...
Saturday 13th March 2021 2:53 am
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