Faura

it is here
where at noon you know not hunger
for a burger
you call someone to talk to
and you need it
badly
to pass the hours
you are almost dead
grasping for
words
and yet she answers you
that she is about to take a bath
and that
she is not available
till 2 pm

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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