| By Lynn Patmalnee,
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Now that payphones are gone, how will I talk to God? Damn it, I’ll miss His tornado breath swirling through the spiral metal cord, blasting through me, His shiny black receiver, emptying my ears of three AM’s blaring prayers, my car alarm pleas, “Please! Please!” answered with His gusts of utter nothing, familiar as screaming. Once I saw the circus. The girl on the trapeze jumped from the sky, His bored hurricane sigh blew her net to one side, her flooded blown-out eyes stared up at mine and I knew she’d heard it too: the buzz beyond the dial tone, the voice I wish was wind.
Lynn Patmalnee is a born-and-bred Jersey Girl living her lifelong dream of having a Tilt-A-Whirl in her backyard in Keansburg, NJ, and her heart still beats a bit faster every time she crosses into Manhattan. As Lynn Crystal, she can be heard throughout the five boroughs and beyond as host of WFDU-FM's long-running Carnival of Song radio show.
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By: Matthew Morgan () on 19-01-2009 22:35