Asta a făcut noua mea iubită după ce i-am spus că i-am venerat picioarele

Standing near the window looking out is both hands on the phone that's pressed to my ear.

I lean my forehead against the glass,

and it's cold against my skin.

The phone rings in my ear again and a machine view comes on and tells me to leave a message and you're gone.

I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and crevice,