Her phone number flashes across my screen
unsaved, but memorized —
this is a call I will never answer,
a voicemail sickeningly sweet and violent.
Not sure if you remember me or not
she breathes into the old house phone as if I could forget.
I might as well be a fly on the wall as she sits there in her recliner
the phone serving as a prop for her head,
her neck can't hold it up right anymore,
calling me at 4:30 p.m. on a Wednesday, my birthday,
so she can tell everyone she called, that she doesn't know why I don't.
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Love the description of "sickeningly sweet and violent"
Heartbreaking... ❤️🩹💔