One hundered and sixty seven.

In an effort to get people to look into each others eyes more, 

And also, to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty seven words per day.

When the phone rings, I put it to my war without saying hello. In the restaurant, I point at the chicken noodle soup. 

I am adjusting well to the new way. 

 

Late at night, I call my long distance lover proudly and say that I’ve used only fifty nine today. I’ve saved the rest for you. 

When he doesn’t respond, I know he’s used up all of his words. So I slowly whisper I lOVE YOU. Thirty two and a third times. 

After that we just sit on the line and listen each others breathe.