Writing Letters - Tsunami

Saturday morning

The phone rang

Why don’t you pick up the phone?

You aren’t doing anything

Asked her about it later

It seemed to upset her

What do you know about it?

I was writing letters

Last time I checked your stationery still had the wrappers on

All your pens spent all night in the living room

Stamps on the counter stuck together

You’d run them through the wash

Wish I could write those letters

The kind that make you blush

From the other room it sounds like you’re having fun

With all this correspondence I still ain’t getting none

Saturday morning

The phone rang

Why don’t you pick up the phone?

You aren’t doing anything

Asked her about it later

It seemed to upset her

What do you know about it?

I was writing letters