a crowd with three

the phone rings at three a.m.

no voice

on the other end.

hello, i say.

then again. hello.

i can hear breathing. the soft

breathing

of a cat maybe.

a whispery breath inhaling,

exhaling.

hello, is that you?

yes, she says, it's me.

can i come over. i miss you.

i'm sorry

about every thing.

probably not a good idea at the time,

i tell her.

it would be a crowd with

three.