The phone rings. Who? Why?
I look at the screen.
UNKNOWN
I wouldn’t have answered anyway.
They call too much.
UNKNOWN
Or otherwise.
In this darkness,
The glowing face of the phone is unwelcome.
In this silence,
The rat-a-tat-tat of some digital ring is unwelcome.
In my loneliness,
The connection with someone else is unwelcome.
The phone rings again.
Who?
Why?
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