“Here’s your new phone.”
“It’s looking at me funny!”
“That’s probably your own reflection.”
“Where are all the buttons?”
“It doesn’t have any.”
“What kind of witch-magic is this?!”
I gave the phone a shake.
Nothing came out.
All the witches must still be inside.
I shook it harder
then stuffed it down my pants.
The store clerk was looking at me
like I just murdered his Chihuahua
with a sledgehammer
and then ate it.
((Note to self: Do not drink near keyboard whilst reading anything this poet pens)) 😀 Hysterical imagery. Thanks!
Hahaha! Thank you, Skye!