NaPo #18: Connect

Connect

Sue’s not here, man. I still don’t know her,
don’t know if she ever had this number or just used
mine to cash a check or pawn off some beered up creep
who wanted the digits and wouldn’t take his palm
from the back of her skinny neck. I used to
answer the phone. I just picked it up
and put it to my ear unthinking, uncaring who
might be on the other side. Fear no evil, fear
no telemarketer nor bill collector, nor pathetic lothario
thinking I’m Sue. Oh I’ve been Ms. Hong
to someone for years. I used to answer
and then they were asking for Sue or the dead
or telling me of the dead and even
if it’s Sue’s dead and not mine, damn,
just tell my voicemail. Sue’s head
will droop roundly on her skinny neck soon
enough. She may owe someone. It isn’t me.

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