|Sarolta Ban Photograph|
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The phone rang
My stomach clinched
Already he was too
I backed away
as if it were a snake
An innocent call
from a long ago friend
phone to reconnect.
The answering machine
recording his abusive threats
Pick up you BITCH
was no longer mine.
His name was Elliot and once we have been great friends within a group of friends. I have no memory of doing things just with Elliot. He was just one of the six or eight of us who hung together.
He was always somewhere in the circle as the Tequila was passed.
We lost track.
Life moves on.
He called to say hi having gotten my telephone from one of my very public art websites.
That call was fun. Sharing old memories.
Call 22 on the next day was not. I turned off my cell phone. Stopped answering the land line.
My stalker had invaded my life.
My police report. And restraining order. Cleaning all my guns.
Three years of terror because Google maps and my website let him know where I lived.