Thursday, April 22, 2010

John 17:3

It was gray the day he called me
on the telephone. Hey, he said; I said,
Hey. It was an unfamiliar number.
Who’s this? he asked. I laughed.
You’re not very funny, I answered.
He paused. Depends on your style.
Can we have dinner tonight?
I said, Whoa. Look,
you sound cool and kind of familiar but
isn’t it a little soon?

You don’t understand, he said;
I know you. Don’t you recognize
my voice?
I stopped. The phone froze cold
and my heart was burning. Oh my God—