Shannon Borg, 11 December 1997
The voice leaves his throat like a spirit leaving a body. Words deep and English, pronouncing punctuation: comma, stop, line break. Words not in the poem, but needed.
I’ve put a pound into the phone’s empty mouth, falling to its metal heart. My time ticks away. The poem is about a father, three thousand miles away who doesn’t know anything
has been written about him. The man...