than I ought
to, what did
that make me?
I thought about praying too.
Changed
The Phone, Still in My Hand, Rang
I jumped, like a bee had just
given me a nasty hello.
I returned the favor
with a totally foul, “Yessss?”
(Then thought,
jeez, what if it’s Adam?)
Hey, Kristina. It’s Sarah.
How are you? How was your
trip? Tell me all about it!
How was your dad? Sweet?
Did you meet any cute boys?
Sarah—my best friend since
4th grade. Crazy smart,
pretty in an Irish sort of way,
with embarrassing freckles
and wicked red hair she was
forever trying to tame.
Was is hot down there?
It’s been miserable here!
Did your dad have a pool?
Did you get a tan?
What did you do for fun?
What could I tell her?
How much did I dare?