The things that happen when you call

A shortness of breath melts into honeydew liqueur
And the gritting of teeth becomes a tremulous smile
My knees become soft, my eyelashes thicker
Has it been only… ? it seemed like such a long while.
I sit at the table, the phone in my hand
Self consciously smiling, although i’m alone
I stare at my fingers: they no longer tremble
with the itch of abstaining from using the phone.
I step into relief like a comfortable t-shirt
it’s been hard… yeah me too…i am jelly, you hear?
i’ll be fine, you take care,
and the phone call is over
and once again -
I could KILL anyone who comes near.