Monday, February 18, 2008

when life is free form poetry

I was driving to school
when my phone rang.

It was a number neither I
nor my phone recognized.

Voice: Hey, Vinny. What's up?
Me: Hey, uh, what's up?
Voice: Do you have Cory's phone number?
Me: Umm...no.
Voice: Oh. Do you know if the zip code for the
Spanish soccer thing is 92630?
Me: Umm...yeah.
Voice: Ok, Vinny, catch you later.
Me: Bye.

I don't know who Cory is,
or the voice on the line,
but I'm sure someone will get
that guy his/her number.

I just hope that
those soccer guys
are in 92630.

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