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  August 2009
volume 7 number 2
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  home   (archived)
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  Azure Antoinette
  Theresa Antonia
  Catherine Berry
  Mary Rose Betten
  Richard Burrill
  David Christensen
  Kathrine David
  Holly Day
  kumari de Silva
  Kenneth Gurney
  Paul Hellweg
  Thea Iberall
  Kathleen Kenny
  Tracy Koretsky
  Marie Lecrivain
  H.E. Mantel
  Rick Marlatt
  Augusto Munoz
  Sergio Ortiz
  Yelena and Roman Tunkel
  Carmen Vega
  John Sibley Williams
  Amye Wilson
  Seth Woolf
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kumari de Silva
August 2009



photo by maja trochimczyk

    Kumari deSilva is a writer/poet living in the mountains north of Los Angeles. She has been published in Gloom Cupboard and Creative Thought Magazine.



Bad Phone Call

Everyone should have a plain black phone.
Because that object that exists to break the silence
Does not deserve to be cheery or pink or fit in with
The decor. Itís an alien invader.
Not like my dog who begs my attention.
Phone connections are weak and artificial.
Phone calls break the confidence of night
Pummeling me with a gasping, drowning sense of helplessness.
I long to shift, relax, egress, because I canít find ties
Or answers, or meaning, or measure in any of the familiar places.
But damn, my river flows no where.
Iím stuck right here, teetering between avoiding my emotions,
And exerting for enlightenment. Neither satisfies my anxiety.
Nor my dogís. Sheís asking me again and again with
Every plead in her eyes and every wag of her tail:
Do you love me now? Do you love me now? How about Now?

copyright 2009 kumari de Silva