i tried to call
a history of numbers jumbled together
threes and sixes, twos and zeroes
when was the last time we spoke?
you were living in your mother’s house?
then you left for a new time zone, an area code i couldn’t figure out
geography, distance, roads and mountains to pass
grab an atlas
hold the weight of this relationship
and make the first move
so i can sense you wish and want me to be well
i once held our blood, blending a single type from the same source
locked fingers dripping
can we relinquish our start?
pick the winners
move on with measured distractions
galvanized by a series of friends and foes
let me know
i’ll dress for the occasion
i wish you would have made contact
before lying down