A Conversation by Reese Kamykowski
I. “I told him I needed more,”
A baby’s cry through the other end of the phone.
I’m glad,
That's what I said to her.
II. She hushes her son,
Small child to small child.
A mumble,
something about getting a job at McDonalds.
A beat.
I laugh.
III. We talk about her future,
Be a mother or be a mother, she jokes.
I tell her I’ll visit soon,
Another mumble,
This time about how I’m always busy nowadays.
I laugh again, this time it’s less funny.
IV. “I love you.” and
“I’ll call tomorrow.”
A baby’s cry. A baby’s cry,
A breath.
A dead line.