Mighty Mercury

For Jimmy

You called Thursday, 8am, 4 your time, to have phone sex, but I already had my pants on and hadn't heard from you in weeks. Your voice sounded as if you had been drinking for days.

 

When I asked if you were ok, you said there had been no luck finding a bear to make friends with, a woman to keep my side of the bed warm, or a job on a fishing boat. The glacier's peak calls you to ascend. Cracking ice in the middle of the night, the sound so harsh, not at all like wind against wheat, kept you awake. I tried to tell you about the thousands of starlings that flew north over the church steeple across the street, how empty I've felt since you left.  

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