I Am a Midnight Talker
I am a midnight talker
This is when I get my second wind
It is when I am ready to share my day.
With someone. Anyone.
I look at my phone contacts
Who would be up at this hour?
I look up Australia on a chart
Would she be awake?
She would probably be working.
My eyes fall on Spain.
Do I know anyone in Spain?
I feel ridiculous, but I do not give up.
I look through my phone list, desperate now.
My cousins and my sister have stopped taking my midnight calls.
Their phones are off, so here I sit,
wishing I liked talking during the day.
I will talk to you, my husband says.
What good would that be?
He’s the one I want to talk about.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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