PHONE CALL
Rejected too many times, he crawled
into dark alleys - settling amongst the
plastic garbage bags… becoming
the sole possessor of himself -
becoming odder - someone who
used to be someone’s husband,
son, brother, father, all of the above -
and all of us screaming out on this cold
night. "Where are you? Call. Please call!"
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2016
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