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as for myself, I am always forgetting
what it was I wasn't going to write about
what I wasn't going to say again
-Catherine Hunter

The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods. Dial tones and
license plates. The words you didn't choose. Everything the
day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk, and shorts the
evening's fuse. So you fumble for a voice, and sing "Happy
Birthday." Read it to yourself again. The stories always end
the same. She can't stay and he won't run, and fear is where
they're calling from. Staunch the blood from countless tiny
cuts. We're all out of bandages. The heaters rattle, taunt.
Sifting through translucent shards of glass, looking for a
filament that lit the life you want. So you fumble for the
phone, grasp the cord and pull. Will your readership complain
the stories always end the same? He can't stay and she won't
run, and fear is where they're calling from. Afraid is where
you're calling from.