She Was On The Phone For A Minute And A Half,
Enough Time To Prove To Me How Much I Missed
Her, The Honeyed Voice, The Cackling Laugh. When
I Hung Up, I Saw Her With Me On The Beach, And I
Smelled Her Hair, I Felt Her Wrapped Up Against Me,
And, Once Again, I Watched Her Leave. It Is Winter
In Uruguay Now, I Suppose. It Is Summer Here.
Even So, I Feel Suddenly Cold.