Frozen Phone Booth

Lillian Pirolli, Contributor

Frozen Phone Booth

By Lillian Pirolli


Frozen in a telephone booth

Keeping warm in her thin coat

Face covered with smeared makeup

Fingers like icicles, earrings like glass

She’ll walk alone

Through icy roads

Frozen in her telephone conversation

Tears leave icy trails down her cheeks

First frost of winter

First frost of hurt