Ms.Lovelace she says

I tried to patch the broken pieces of a picture,
But my hands trembled a bit too much, Nervous
it seems, and the blue-jay in its cage doesn't sing,
nor has it any reason to do so. perhaps
Matthew's letter sits unopened by the papers on the table.
and suddenly, in retrospect,
I suspect I am alone.then someone shakes
the phone rings and breathes rhythmically
to the tune of some undiscernible heart-beat bop.