Can you write me a 6 word poem about finding yourself?
a road map.
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“Whiskey isn’t food!”
The phone rang.
“Hi…” they paused. It sounded like a woman. “Kim.”
“My name’s not Kim, friend; I think you’ve got the wrong number.”
“No, my name is Kim.”
“I don’t know a Kim.”
“I don’t know you either,” Kim said.
“Okay, who are you trying to contact?” I asked slowly, each word longer than the last.
“I am just so lonesome. I need someone to talk to. I don’t know what to do and I just try to be a nice girl.”
I tried to think. Like this: ummmm. I couldn’t think of much. Who in the hell was Kim and who did she think I was? Maybe this was a crank; this bitch was probably recording everything I was saying, going to post it on the internet somewhere. Big laughs from all of her empty-headed friends.
“Well,” I finally said, “I’m sorry for…whatever it is that’s wrong, but I got my own problems, Kim. It’s a tough world. Be tough. Good luck.”
I began to hang up the phone when I heard, “NO!”
“Jesus, what?” I said.
“Are you hanging up? I bet you are, you bastard! DO NOT HANG UP. I NEED YOU!”
“‘The fuck’s wrong with you?!” I blurted. “I barely need me.”
“I can’t just be tough, I can’t! That’s just how I am. I’m scared of what I’m going to do tonight.”
There comes a point where nothing more can be said. About anything, to anyone, especially a crazy person who probably dialed numbers until they found one that rang. I hung up the phone. She called back. A few times. Then nothing. I tried not to think about what she might do, but I did feel sorry for her.
It is a terrible world out there, and Kim sounded young. She’d probably gotten a slap from one of the football boys. Maybe she failed a science test. She hadn’t even begun to hurt yet. She didn’t know about rent or electric bills or bus passes or groceries. She was scared of what she’d do tonight? Try the next five years.
Poor girl. Of all of the people in the world for her to call for help, she got me. Nothing’s ever fair.
After a moment of thinking, I opened my phone, curious who I could get to pick up.