Call Me

i agree to call back to pay i take the number down all over again i'll never know it by heart i keep pleading poor memory to give minutes to numbers standing between me and all it's ever been will be to hear about the $250 worth of books stolen from her apartment, or that someone pissed on her door, twice. out here dust storms are a regular thing she says but now the dust is red red dust and it's coming from electrical parts she has saved some leaves with red dust on them she keeps a polaroid of a pine tree before a tornado came down and pulled three out yes i tell her we always played under there it was twenty years ago she slides the picture in next to a feather on a mirror and I'm so sad today.