Green Light
Waiting can do horrible things.
When I’m at the red light, she calls.
My phone says “mom.”
It’s not her.
The light is flickering, no one believes me.
It’s not her, the light told me.
My mom hates it when I hang up randomly.
When I get home, the whole house might have disappeared.
Phones lie sometimes.
Waiting can do horrible things.
The light is green.
Nothing else is.
The person who calls at the red light is evil.
Waiting can do horrible things.
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