reliable grapevine has
withered and
is almost dead.
no longer am i getting
regular
updates on the phone,
the hot news
right off the press,
the juicy gossip.
i miss those Sunday
talks with
my mother,
her cupping her hand
around the phone,
and whispering,
don't tell anybody
i told you,
but listen to this.
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