I've been thinking I might call you.
My hand has been on the little green phone
button that dials the numbers I entered
around three this afternoon
before I slid that hand underneath my pillow
and watched the sky turn
and listened to the streets
between long blinks.
I still can't decide
if it's raining or
if I'm just too hungry
to get up and make myself lunch.
Is it raining there?
