Postcard from the Nefud

I waited for you to call
and when the call finally came
I was still there

I wish you had never called
I was just beginning to find peace again
and the telephone
and you
came in
and you took what little I had

S'il vous plaît... dessine-moi un mouton

and now the
countdown begins
not tomorrow
I'm busy
maybe tuesday
I'm busy then
and wednesday I'll be
out of town
maybe thursday
there was talk of thursday
wasn't there?
do you remember that
we talked of thursday?

(what color are your eyes?
and your hair
is blond?)

thursday then



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