I called you in the hospital today.
You sounded like you, except
groggier and muddled.
It was probably the signal or
the meds.
You said you felt okay and
listed everything on the menu.
Front and back it was five pages.
(would you eat it all if you could?)
I let you explain things, even if
it’s boring to me, because
one day I’ll call
and you won’t pick up.