incoming call - julia vu

i stopped answering your

calls a month ago

(72 missed calls)

and i wonder just how many

of those i needed to hear. i

wonder if you still call to

just to hear my voicemail and i

wonder if, after the eighth

ring, you hear my absence

or just the silence. i dreamt last

night of you, knelt down

on the damp riverbank soil,

desperately trying to wash my

poetry off your hands. when you

look at our pictures, do you still

smile or is that just me?