He cries to her over the phone from Hong Kong
Before Skype, before Facebook
He finds her in a pay phone
and tells her in sobs
cutting in and out
how he visited a house of ill-repute
inside his weeping
she sings to him
she can't hear the details
He loses grip on the phone
It falls to his knees
and she sings to him
'All is full of love' by Bjork
and for a moment
her voice vibrates and becomes part of the Hong-Kong air
the clouds rush by
and she comforts him.
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