The glass fogged where
she pressed her forehead.
Rain slid down in crooked
rivers.
The kettle began to
whistle in the kitchen.
She didn't move.
The phone buzzed twice on
the counter.
It was him again.
She watched the screen
light up and fade.
The third buzz she turned
over.
The kettle screamed.
She walked to the stove
and turned it off.
Then she poured the water
into a cup.
The tea bag bled color
into the clear heat.
She sat at the table and
wrapped her hands around
the cup.
The rain kept falling
outside the window.