Between Dessert and The Late Show, a poem by Emalisa Rose at Spillwords.com
Misho Tektumanidze

Between Dessert and The Late Show

Between Dessert and The Late Show

written by: Emalisa Rose

 

We’d speak every Sunday. Some
times, we’d modify; perhaps on
a Monday or Tuesday.

I’d sent you those cookies you
loved, once a month but I went
back to work, and tire too easily.

We’d talk, then we’d email, then
downgrade to texting; first, in full
sentences, then in just dribbles
between dessert and the late show.

It starts with a tweak, or an edit, a
slight shift from one day to the next.

Before it’s extinct, we need to start
over and get back to our mother and
son, Sunday call.

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