Polo Pante (The Call) by Lori Yamamoto

[Verse 1 - The Camping] We were camping deep in the woods. We slept. The tent was small. The ground was hard. I slept anyway. Then the phone started to ring. [Verse 2 - The Light] The light from the screen made the nylon glow blue. A blue I had not seen before. A tent blue. A three-in-the-morning blue. [Verse 3 - The Name] I did not want to answer it. I watched the name hover on the screen. Polo Pante. I don't know a Polo. I don't know Pante. [Verse 4 - The Ringing] They were calling the tent. They were calling us at three in the morning. Why? Who calls a tent? Who calls two people who are sleeping? [Verse 5 - The Breathing] He stayed asleep. He did not hear the ringing. He did not see the blue light. He just breathed against the side of the tent. A small wind. [Verse 6 - The Voicemail] I let it go. I let it go to voicemail. I watched the screen go dark. The tent became a tent again. The blue was gone. [Verse 7 -The Boring] Polo Pante. It is a boring name. It sounds like grey. It sounds like a building I have never been inside. [Verse 8 - The Wind] It sounds like a person I will never meet. The wind hits the tent. He breathes against my shoulder. I close my eyes. [Verse 9 - The Darkness] The phone is dark now. It is just a phone. We are just two people in a tent in the middle of the night. [The Outro] That is enough. Okay. ---