Monday, May 2, 2011

A Composed Woman Sinking.

You were the woman who's phone rang after 13 days of silence.  Your hands were wet from scrubbing the counter-top because that is what you do when you don't know what to do.  Two rings.  A calm hello.  And then the prepared understanding tone. "I am not hopeful," you say.  A composed woman sinking.  

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