Rex Tee

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The Last Voicemail

You called on a Tuesday to tell me about a cardinal, how you'd gone still at the kitchen table so as not to startle it, I can hear in the forty-three seconds how proud you were of that—earning a thing by keeping quiet—and I didn't call back, told myself morning, the way we do, and the cardinal is nothing, I know that, I've listened two hundred times now, past the voice, for whatever the voice was laid on top of, and what I keep returning to is the stillness you taught yourself, the discipline of it, how the body goes on practicing long after it has any reason to.

Rex Tee is a writer from Taipei, Taiwan. His writing is forthcoming in the Eunoia Review and on mediums that dissolve as they’re read. When not writing, he enjoys reading works of philosophical fiction from authors like Tolstoy and eating Swedish fish.