the voice

she asked if she could hear my voice
after looking at pictures of me online,
but my voice sounds like a neutered
James Earl Jones, so i’m avoiding
the inevitable disappointment.

she was persistent enough that
i finally conceded to her request.

“hi, it’s me, Jonathan.” i replied.

“Hello?” i inquired.

well, what can i say;
i’m usually never wrong;
besides, who can blame her;
what woman wants to make love to a man
who sounds and behaves like a boy.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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