ENOUGH
by Victoria Stakh, 1991

Enough.
Don't think about me.
Fingers push away the pen.
Eyes push away the letters.
The phone is the only
neutral zone.
You hear?
Don't think about me.
The clock turns mute.
Only words track the passing of time.
What are you doing to my language?
..............baby...........dear..........
...........................................
....................heart..................

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