I got a call the other day.

She phoned me screaming about
her power bill.

It was too high and
I had to answer
for it.

I had told her that
I was cold
one night in late Jan,
and my villainous ways
apparently cost her
the world.

I listened and
took a bite of a banana.

Outside gas went up
4 cents and
The pope resigned as
the heavens ignited
over
Russia.

One hundred and forty dollars
were charged and
one selfish woman
made me
laugh.


In other news,
I dialed up Stephanie
just now.
I haven't heard her voice in
months,
maybe almost a year,
but when she said that first hello I
felt ok.

I remembered the F train and
47-50th streets
Rockefeller Center.

Family isn't always blood.

That kid saved me once.
Gentle hands and an ear
can bring you back
from the edge
sometimes.

I love you too Steph.

Goodnight.