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By Jane Rain Date: 2008 Dec 26 Comment on this Work [[2008.12.26.15.53.6574]] |
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he calls at 2am looking for a friend one who understands him like i do we talk of his latest discovery the faux mating ritual that is a club towards 3am, the conversation steers towards us his regrets and my explanations nothing seems to satisfy what am i up to? have i been dealing well? things i can't answer because i don't know he tells me that i will be removed from his buddy list we can't talk like we have been, nearly every day it's all been a charade to dance around the question he really wants to ask have i moved on? we're both crying when we hang up there's no way i'll be able to sleep i call a friend to recount the conversation his drunk dial carries over like a disease and takes form as a desperate dial when no one answers i drop my phone and sob harder i receive a voice mail i know it's him and i know what he's going to say should i? why ask, i know i will call him back to say same it's true i turn the conversation over and over again in my mind until it's smooth as sea glass only appearances can be deceiving for it's not born that way in time it becomes what we want unblemished and untouched |