On Answering the Phone:

[purplejacket]

On Answering the Phone:

If it were liquid nitrogen
it would turn my skin white-
freeze me to burn me,
but it would never tell you it
is me, steaming that way.

The amorphous idea of unknown
telephone speakerhood
is I.
Me? Me, who? Me, me?

Me takes responsibility
for it being I,
and it is me too,
a mutually comingled win-win.

It can is me to its will,
for it is I, the angel
I punch, the devil I kiss,
it burns me, freezes me,
writes in my journal,
tells my friends on the phone,
carries me around on its feet
in its clothes with its hairdo.
Is me it, I?
It can’t is me anymore!

If it were liquid nitrogen
it would be my white skin
and when asked for on the phone,
it would say it were I,
but it would really
is I.

[mfwilkie]

First couple of reads brought me back each time to want to know what it is you tell your girlfriends on the phone, PJ.

For me, it's the only nit in the piece, other than wondering if co-mingled might not be hyphenated.

Nice.

Maggie