it’s to my own face <br />I hold the phone like a nine-inch knife, <br />quietly shaking/hesitating, <br />because <br />despite my shirtless warehouse shoulders, <br />and my four-day facial fuzz, <br />(and my obvious intoxication) , <br /> <br />I’m still afraid of pain.<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-press-talk-jack/
