She said toward the end all she could
feel was tired, all she wanted
was to stop moving.
We were supposed to have dinner.
I let her phone ring the polite eight times.
When no one answers, you wonder
what they're doing, if they’re having fun.
When I called again the machine was on,
and I thought maybe
she wasn't really out, maybe
she’d decided to blow me off.
I could hear you on the line,
chewing, she said, imagine you
eating all of that food, our meal, yourself.
He thought it was funny
when you called me that name.
When I called he’d been raping her
for six hours.
I'd left a message to tell her
what I ordered: Szechuan chicken,
hot-and-sour soup, two spring rolls.
You're an asshole, I'd said,
You don't know what you're missing. |
