Monday, January 23, 2017
I WALKED THROUGH A GARDEN OF TELEPHONES
I walked through a garden of telephones. Telephones of all colours sprouting from plants, all ringing softly. I picked up a pink telephone and listened in. "Howard, I won't be a fool over this donkey affair...". I hung up the phone. I ambled through the garden some more, twisting the hairs on my chest in my fingers. Eventually I thought i'd try another phone, so I picked up a baby blue number. "Darling, I'm covered in ants and I couldn't be happier. Won't you join me and roll around in this anthill and be free?" I considered it.