Calling
Kate
He decides to call it a day.
I hear about it not long after
they find his body.
I call Australia
where Kate is sleeping alone in a strange bed.
She is pleased to be woken by me,
presses the phone to her ear.
There are gaps in the line.
After I’ve told her
the holes in her voice get so big
I’m afraid I’ll fall into them.
Copyright © 2005 Fiona Robyn