The phone ring, ring, rings,
and I ignore the incessant tone
of Patriarchy submerged in Zealotry:
Religion on steroids, I muse
Closing my eyes, I imagine ignorance
Feeling its warm embrace
for too brief a moment...
In a flash, its gone with the ring, ring, ring
of technology's death to privacy
Bringing me back again
To the persistant realization
that you are no longer the parents
I once knew.
Angela J. Schleicher © 2008
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