red booth

“Thunderstorm,” she said. 
“Where I am…”
I said, “I’m seeing the same thing.”
“Good,” she said, and hung up. 
 
The bulbs browned.
The computer howled,
was unplugged.  
In the bedroom I
 
Unmade the bed, myself 
(blinds raised). Outside, 
drains choked and stopped. 
Inside, the walls hummed.  
 

- Dan Schillinger