I spoke to you again last night – usual time,
about 2 a.m. I know you don’t mind. You’re
always awake. Probably sitting at your desk,
fully dressed. You don’t know it, but it’s you
I call most often. I admit, as a relationship,
it’s a bit one-sided. Possibly I amuse you –
all those symptoms, such anxieties! I try
to imagine you saying Nothing to worry
about! in your most re-assuring voice. Some
nights I do both voices – only ring off when
you start on about a camera down my throat.
