Long Distance
In the dim kitchen
She bends over
Rinsing towels
Tears drip from
That stubby nose
He can’t help
But see
That secret face
Closed and silent
Too far to reach
As if his
Hand hesitates
Lifting the phone
To call, to ask
But he sees
Hunched shoulders
Lips pressed thin,
She looks like
A ticking suitcase
Abandoned in a terminal
Better call
The bomb squad
Than put his hand
On the latch
And open
An explosion
He puts his hands
Safely in his
Back pockets
And backs away.
As if his
Hand hesitated
Lifting the receiver,
But hangs up
Without dialing
He turns away
Better not to ask
Better not to dial
At all
She bends over
Rinsing towels
Tears drip from
That stubby nose
He can’t help
But see
That secret face
Closed and silent
Too far to reach
As if his
Hand hesitates
Lifting the phone
To call, to ask
But he sees
Hunched shoulders
Lips pressed thin,
She looks like
A ticking suitcase
Abandoned in a terminal
Better call
The bomb squad
Than put his hand
On the latch
And open
An explosion
He puts his hands
Safely in his
Back pockets
And backs away.
As if his
Hand hesitated
Lifting the receiver,
But hangs up
Without dialing
He turns away
Better not to ask
Better not to dial
At all
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