Thursday, October 12, 2006

Her voice is almost lyrical

I can hear her screaming into her phone through the kitchen wall;
I have BILLS to pay!
I waited for you ALL DAY and you treat me like THIS!
That's NOT how you treat a FRIEND!
KATHERINE! HOW CAN YOU FUCKING DO THIS TO ME?

My tea kettle whistles and a column of steam pours into the air as I fill a tall tea cup.
A cockroach loses it's nerve hiding behind the faucet and it scurries into the open but then it pauses & I crush it against the kitchen wall with my thumb.
I hear her lock open and shut and then slow footsteps down the bare hall.

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