Confessions of a Former Stalker (#3)

It was easier in the 90s
Under cover of anonymity

I called
Every day
For months

His voice was Jones-deep
Hypnotic
Rumbled in my chest like thunder
Heart fluttered, a caffeinated hummingbird on crack
I couldn’t help it

I just wanted to hear it over and over again
Like he spoke just to
Me
Hi
Leave a message

I called
Every day
For months

What did he think when he came home
Exhausted
Night after night,  to the
Sound of exhaled breath and the
Telephonic orchestra of clicks?
Ding, Dong, Ditch
Press button, run away
Hide

Did he daydream?
Wonder if shy caller’s breath was sweet?
Replay clicks, and
Hope?

I called
Every day
For months

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