One phone call can change everything.
It’s a sunny afternoon
and the curtains dance along with the rhythmic breeze.
I place a call to you to talk about work.
And we do,
until I head down another sinuous story that “reminds me of a time when…”
and lead us down a road of confession.
You talk about growing up country.
I talk about growing up city.
You are blonde and blue
I am brown with light brown and hazel hues.
You speak of connection
as we discuss our shared disconnection–
from our surroundings
from our co-workers
from our own manifestations of what we wish to be–
and yet I’m surprised
that you opened up to me
because you seemed so
I’m glad you shared more of you.
This phone call changed everything I thought of you,
It changed everything I thought I knew.