When a Wolf
When a Coat, Opening
'Twas a Divine Insanity--
The Danger to be sane
Emily Dickinson
a bell
a horn
a rattle
a whine
a pause
a
silence
an inhale
an exhale
a phone
ringing
a phone
not
the skin of smooth bath water
the without a single cloud sky
the after the other hand let go empty hand
the wordless tongue
the floor of piss wet rug the undone by the foot of the tub mother
the phone again
the mouse and cat of a fussy baby
the putting him down
the finally picking up my father’s undone four hundred miles away voice
it’s early in the morning
it’s November
it’s a familiar call that's been called a lot
it’s a reserved (maybe stalled) shock
yes please come home
this time
yes please come alone
this time
no she is not here
this time
no she won’t make it
this time
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