By Adam Stone
My mother calls my father
to let him know she will be visiting his mother
My father hangs up
as soon as she identifies herself
My mother calls me to tell me
my father hung up on her
My father calls me to tell me
he hung up on my mother
My grandmother calls me
complaining because no one visits her anymore.
I turn off my phone.
This poem was previously published in Drunk in a Midnight Choir.
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