The Night She Called


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I was so drunk
the night she called
I thought the phone ringing
was a song in my brain –
I hummed along
and laughed that empty laugh
that is found at the bottom
of well drunk bottles.

Later, she came to the door
and knocked, knocked, knocked
while I stared
at the crack spreading
up the wall,
reminding me of her varicose veins.
I tapped my foot in time.

I will most certainly die
on this side of the door one night,
and all the ringing and knocking
won’t bring me back to life.

 

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2 thoughts on “The Night She Called

  1. Rhonda L. Brockmeyer

    I loved some of your lines immensely. The empty laugh at the bottom of a bottle, the crack/veins. Beautiful writing.

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