Most importantly
I won.
Beat him at his game.
And what a game
played over
a long hot summer
via phone,
the tickles and silences,
bathroom calls,
high stakes from
a high roller, and
I, just a tiny woman
in his scheme of things
his worldly schemes.
There were clues
along the way.
I am a genius at
picking up clues
in a voice, certain
inflections.
His final revelation: I ran
up three flights of stairs
in this lousy hot airport
to take your call.
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