Poem in which i call you from under the sea

The phone call imagined but not spent
wrestling with sharks. The phone call
dialled from the wrong house, bent
like it’s Christmas, strangled by the chord.

The phone call that threatens to refill
the end of your expression. The
phone call……………..that I
can’t top-up with bubbles.

The phone call……………..that rumbles
from under my feet to……………..yours.

Do you think
………we can tell me
……………..the phone call that I

hope you’re not
……………..sinking ……………..?

the phone call
………is waiting………for

………that I
……………..hope is not real

Claire Trévien

 

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