“Well, I guess an I’ve been busy won’t do it right?”
“Right.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re not.”
“I am. I mean, I’m not precisely feeling bad about it, but I AM, sorry.”
“Robert. You haven’t called in a week, you don’t return my calls, I bet you didn’t even check my voice mails…”
“Voice mails…” (an intermittent red light from the stupid device)
“I don’t think it’s working.”
“WHAT?”
“The VOICE MAIL, I mean THE VOICE MAIL”
“Sure Robert.”
“C’mon, listen. You know how school is, it’s very demanding, I have little time off, and I’m willing to change something in my schedule to make time for you. I promise I’ll make it up for you.”
“Is that what you think I am? A part from your schedule. Someone you can occasionally see and call to have fun, sex, or whatever?”
“Of course not.”
“Apparently I am. Asshole.”
“What?”
(Lonely sound of hung up line. With a constant A note. Perpetual A note from my phone)
(Fuck it Julia. I can’t stand it anymore.)


[ Mrs. K i t e ]
Maybe we both are both...,