The Telephone Solicitor Blues

she breathes through the phone.

i know now
that
she hates me,
and
sadly
it will not end here.

my every utterance echoes like blasphemy to her pious ears.

dare i,
and how dare i,
to speak.

she wants to be alone in her home.
she tells me- i have invaded here home.
vehemence breaks from her.

i hear her skin rattling.

she begins to scream.


my eyes stare off into the grey fuzz that are the walls of my cubicle.
i do not want to be there,
i do not want to be in her home.
i want to have never heard her voice,
and
never
her
mine.

"are you still there?" she hollers,
and
before
i can respond,
"DID YOU FUCKING HANG UP ON ME?"

"no Mam," i barely speak through tear filled eyes, "I am still here."