I tap a few words to her on WhatsApp or Viber
to blot out the day. I bring my nose close to the screen
to smell the photos she sends.
Selfies of her by the gas stove, or the baby making a gesture:
a smile or a yawn or cry. Sometimes a video of an old song.
She asks about the sea; it’s calm but the traffickers no show.
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