A poem by Sarah Chafin 

I’m waiting for you to call,inviting me to another gameof telephone.I hear you sayI playperson in the middle,tip-toeing on rope tightemotionsbetween everyoneI love. Not sure how to feel,what to say,or if I shouldsay anythingat all,because anything I saycould be the thingthat causesthis entire familyto crumbleinto dust. Featured image CC0