A week later,
light blinking
over and over
on my answering machine.
Gloria, checking in.
Chloe, asking me to take the Jitney
to the Hamptons,
just for the night,
some big party.
James asks if April and I
want to meet for coffee.
Dylan plays me Phish.
My college roommate
asks when can we talk.
I delete everything but the songs.
Those I play on repeat.