An acquaintance

she called me drunk one night

asked me if I really hated her

if I had never really thought of her

the way she thought of me

if all it was, was a transaction

or was it just the booze talking?

I told her it was probably the booze

she asked me if I had found somebody else

if I had finally moved on

if I had finally learnt to love

and respect women

or if I was still a total pig

I told her she talks too much

and shouldn’t be sleeping around

with bearded men with fat wallets

that perhaps she shouldn’t be drinking so much either

The line went dead

no dial tone at the end

of a long familiarity

the woman at the other end

suddenly an old acquaintance

who was easier to forget

than remember

like a lonely tree

awaiting winter

on a busy highway.

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