tight rope talking

A poem by Sarah Chafin 

I’m waiting for you to call,
inviting me to another game
of telephone.
I hear you say
I play
person in the middle,
tip-toeing on rope tight
between everyone
I love.

Not sure how to feel,
what to say,
or if I should
say anything
at all,
because anything I say
could be the thing
that causes
this entire family
to crumble
into dust.


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