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Aug 2016
At three eighteen am
she makes the call                                                             [DIALLING]
The wrong number
that much is now certain
Nonetheless, the confession falls from her
rehearsed                          and in one breath

On the other end of the line
is cruel television                                                              [LAUGHTER]
but no voice and, of course,
no absolution.
She cannot tell the *** of the breath                              [BREATHING]
and the confessor wants her  
to hang up first                                                                 [TAPPING]

She transfers the tension in her finger
to the hook      killing the line                                         [TONE]
she 1983 will 1984 never 1985 live 1986 it 1987 down 1988
Written by
The Widow  Lerwick
(Lerwick)   
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