orphan annie

it's a blue wednesday
when you get the call.
if it's late it's
never good news. or
the text, short and
sweet. beeping in
the kitchen as
the phone recharges.
sorry, it's
just not working out.
live by the e mail,
die by the e mail, and
text is quicker. it's
the lethal injection
of breakups. the
swift drop of the
blade, the guillotine
ending of a fragile
relationship. i've
killed and died in
all such ways, ah
yes. but a hot bath,
a steak and cheese
sandwich,
a cold drink and a
good night's sleep
and the sun will come
up tomorrow as that
little red headed
scamp annie sings.