Phone Poem 11
She tricks me again,
giving me advice
and taking up silence
to gain wisdom.
In meditation, my ears
are just a conduit
for her voice to travel
when I cannot reach the cell.
One man's challenge
is another's pillow
for their comfort zone.
She's smart enough
to sense I am calling
to stop the whispering.
She's cruel enough to say
she's proud of me
by challenging myself,
by doing what she says.
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