again,
the third time this evening.
someone
asks if Sylvia is home.
can i please talk to her, they say.
it sounds urgent.
may i ask
who's calling?
a friend, the person says.
can you please put her on the phone.
okay, i say. okay.
i yell out across the room,
calling her name.
Sylvia, Sylvia, i say loudly.
throwing my voice
across the room.
but there is no answer.
hold on, i tell the person.
let me go see what she's doing.
i come back to the phone,
and tell the man
she's busy in the kitchen.
she's baking me a cake.
tomorrow is my birthday.
she's making a good home here
for the both of us.
can i take a message
and have her call you back
when she's free?
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