BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ
Ann’s brick of a phone trembled on the table
Each quake from her device sent out ripples,
ripples that so rudely interrupted the nothingness that Ann was up to that Thursday.
Ann was in the middle of season two, episode nine, you know
the one where, let me not spoil it.
BUZZ BUZZ
Fuck, now I have to pause it and get up.
It was a text message that read “Hey, how was your day?”
Ugh, he’s always asking about my day.
So annoying.
Ann did not bother to reply and resumed her nothingness.
A is for Alfredo
A is for Alfredo, among other things. This is my personal outlet for my creative writing and visual quotes. I hope to discover more about myself through my poetry. My mind and my mood are all over the place.
