La Rev

Rev calls later that night.
There’s a lot of commotion
and junk in the background.
Where are you calling from, I say.
I’m at a bar—a pub.
Oh yeah, I say.
Yeah, I’m here by myself.
Why don’t you come back then?
Not tonight, she says.  Not tonight.
Alright.
If you don’t want to talk
because I’m at a bar, then forget it.
I didn’t say that.  What bar?
The place near my work.
Oh, yeah.
I was calling to ask if you’d
spoken to Willie yet—I meant
to ask you earlier.
No not yet, I said.
I would I told her,
when she came back.



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