fingers like sauages

she tells me,
from ohio, that when she wakes
up
in the morning that her fingers
are swollen
like sausages.
I open the fridge,
and take out two eggs,
crack them into a pan
of melting butter.
she
says that her life is
going
down the drain.
I toss the shells
into the sink,
letting the water
flush them away
into the grind of the disposal.
I have so little time
to do the things I want to do,
she whispers, she sighs
into the phone.
I look at the clock
on the wall, on the stove,
on the microwave,
on the phone.
all saying different
things.