Tina

I was cleaning the house 
I couldn't be bothered.
When the phone rang
stagnant conversation 
sputtered in the silence.
You, you were watching T.V.
Me? I was cleaning the house
I couldn't be bothered,
hung up and we were
	disconnected.
I went back to the soap scum,
back to the warn carpet in the hall,
did the dishes in the chipped porcelain sink
of housewives long forgotten.
When the phone rang
the regret in your voice 
covered thinly with concern,
asked, was I alright?
I'd sounded odd.
Confused, amused, I hung up
and we were 
	disconnected.
I was cleaning the house
I couldn't be bothered.