Poem 480

Title says it all … you could read this as smug but I think it’s anything but …

( I like the jangle/jungle implying both the dense thicket of emotional interconnections and complications we form as well as the jangling of nerves … )

Out Of My Depth

Jangle in the jungle a late night call
a voice says I missed you
I say I missed you too

I say I can't talk she's asleep
   in the next room
I'll call you tomorrow
she says
                  see that you do

I hang up still not knowing
which one I was talking to

hell I think
                      I'll call them both tomorrow
I'm bound to find out

but I never do