Old flame, or: Call me back

A pantoum She blows again. The flame stays lit. “Sunny,” the little candle says. Her mouth goes still around the name. “You used to turn when people called.” “Sunny,” the little candle says. “That girl is gone. Don’t call her back.” “You used to turn when people called.” “I stopped answering long ago.” “That girl… Continue reading Old flame, or: Call me back →