Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sonnet 10: He Called at 6.40 in the morning

By Aurin Squire

He called at 6:40 in the morning
Later he texted reconfirmation
Emails blasted gently scorning
dinner date anticipation

I'm trying polite
we share no common interests
I told him last night
in need of telecomm recess

But he keeps calling
And I'm too nice to stop replying
My middle class manners are appalling
But in my smiles I'm lying

How many times was I the unwanted caller erased
numbers forgotten and accidentally misplaced?

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