Telephone

Guilt can also behave like water, taking the shape of whatever you try to hide it in. I was pretending to be asleep when it rang. I was curled around it, the blue body face-down, the face eerie in the bruised light. I asked him why he was calling even if I knew why he called. I’d hoped I sounded sleepy and then sounded sleepier than I’d hoped. Through the telephone, I heard the kettle whistle and reached for a teacup in the dark.