On the phone in the kitchen
lighting another cigarette
I want the first hint of alarm,
want you to tell me to
calm down, darling,
I'm on my way home.
What's this about:
trembling,
seeing it all unglued,
the morning overcome, then,
the number of one
struggling.
Cover what you did, please.
Let's not walk towards the hysterical
until I get there.
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