friday night

you keep
the telemarketer
selling
windows and vinyl
siding
on the phone
because you like
the sound of her voice.
she sounds
attractive, cute
and nice.
of course she
might be ninety,
but you don't care.
it's Friday night,
you're a bit
lonely and restless
sitting
there with your
cat, sylvia, widdling
a flute out of a
fallen branch with a
steak knife.