You Are Here

The scene:
                        you, somewhere
    me, wishing you well
small relationships
small like clipped threads
small
like unsent texts
small like forgetting

I've learned that my Big
is too big for strangers, far too intrusive for
new friendship
not the sort of thing to trot out at parties
when the laughter gets loud and the smiles melt
into gentle, encouraging parabolas 
and so
I don't
anymore
I spend hours on the phone with strangers and
wash the experience down with a mixture
of giddy belonging and
pinked shame
the line clicks and I know instantly what I've done

when my phone forgets itself
and I turn it off for the last time I carefully transfer
the numbers I won't call again
the friends who aren't friends
the scene:
me,
here
wishing you well