of the night, she stubs her toe
on the way
to the bathroom,
breaks
a nail,
then sits on the floor crying.
it's two a.m..
i haven't seen her in ten years,
but she calls me
anyway.
why did you ruin
my life, she says, sobbing
over the phone.
it's all your fault.
who is this,
i answer?
name, please.
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