FARTHER
It's always already
winter when I wake
up and try again to
reach her by phone.
She's always already
not at home. Her
telephone continues
ringing even after
I've hung up. I
can hear it in the
next room, where
she lives miles
away from me,
farther.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
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