The Quiet World

Sometimes, a poem doesn’t look like a poem on first sight. They almost look like prose, a story without rhyme. Then again, who says a poem should rhyme? If it contains a message as beautiful as this one, who needs rhyme, right? So I dare you to ask yourself: who would your 167 words be for?

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred   
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear   
without saying hello. In the restaurant   
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,   
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.   
I saved the rest for you.

When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,   
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line   
and listen to each other breathe.

Jeffrey McDaniel


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