Sometime in the later afternoon.
His consciousness still buried rather deep,
His sister's voice is sharp and out of tune:
"Jesus, Poet -- what is up with you?
You don't call your sister anymore?
I feel distraught for you-- you know I do,
But life goes on, just like it did before."
"Please, no more. I mean it -- that's enough.
I will not listen to another word.
I'm dealing with a lot of heavy stuff,
My soulmate died, in case you hadn't heard.
...I'm sorry. Let me call you in an hour;
I need to clean this place and take a shower."
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- Jack
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