A poem by Jim Carroll

Long Distance by Jim Carroll

Speaking to you on the phone
I can’t lift my mind
Up off the carpet
While it is filled with the weight of your breath and lips

I feel the desire as I feel the void
I feel the distance dissolve like
The curling black smoke of rubber burning
Leaving a paw-shaped print on the ceiling

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