A woman's voice calls out.

I walk dripping from the shower

to the bedroom.

Upon my bed a fresh white towel

lay folded

and

upon that- my phone.

It's her.

 

The ring-tone

'Konnichiwa'

 

I place the vibrating 'phone upon

the dresser

take the towel from the bed

and dry myself.

I lay on fresh sheets.

She calls again.

The Japanese voice enquires again:

"Konnichiwa"

I stare at the ceiling.

The woman's voice

increasingly irritable

until answered.

We used to laugh at this effect.

She calls again.

I turn my back on her enquiry.

I lay staring

and wait...

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words and foto Tommy Carroll