not to call but
I have to see you.
There's two things.
First:
this house is humming,
strained at the heel
of a black pump and
a sterling column of urgent tones.
And:
I want to re-establish clean silences.
Cigarettes in any ashtray
can snap right through to exasperation,
translate a hand to forehead
simultaneously.
What is so difficult to understand?
Best nature pained, a hard smile.
It's okay.
It's okay.
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