Talking to my mama.
At the beginning, at least 10 minutes I have to keep phone away from my ear.
Always, she is mad first,
Then we can talk.
Her friends, me, my sister, the president,
Or new boss,
Now she is working one day a week in a private clinic.
I left the phone on the table,
Now cannot find anywhere.
My son took it to play his game,
I can still hear my mom's voice
In the toy box at least.
The old one was flushed together with fake fish, both wanted to swim.
