jackalbigeyes

The sky was marbled that day. I twisted the phone cord between my fingers and nibbled my bottom lip, which hurt because it was cracked from lack of chapstick yesterday. But I didn't mind it. I'm a dental masochist. When you picked up the phone your voice sounded lazy with the last rays of summer heat, and I could hear birds singing down the sun in the background. I smiled into the plastic pores in our kitchen telephone, even though I knew you couldn't see me. I supposed that you could hear it, you know me so well. I can hear your expressions, you know. And so I told you. I told you it wasn't just mono, it was just like my momma. I told you