Smithereens Press Chapbooks 'Zero at the Bone' by David Wheatley | Page 38

SCENE TWELVE
MCALLISTER
[Holding a mobile phone.] ‘You have no new messages. To listen
to saved messages, press two. “A narrow
Fellow in the Grass...”‘ Still the last one.
‘“He likes a Boggy Acre...”‘ Or possibly sand.
‘“When stooping to secure it, /It wrinkled, and
was gone...” To delete this message, press three.’
It’s not like I need this [hits the delete key.] as, what, a reminder,
or like it’s, what, some ancient history
I need to cling to like some last remainder,
when it’s already lodged in my bone marrow [throws phone away].

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