sometimes I forget
which side is hot
and which is cold
or that my phone number has now changed
or where I live
or how I’ve already learned something
or thought I did.
They used to be reversed.
The hot and the cold water handles
in my old apartment.
That was a lifetime ago.
But not as far back as 3430.
That’s all you had to dial
four numbers
to reach us.
Now that number is long gone
along with the home and family to which it belonged.
We’re all here still
the family that is
all grown-up
with our own phone numbers and homes.
Sometimes I wake up and think I’m somewhere else.
Somewhere in the past.
But then I remember
the left is hot
and the right is cold.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
This Poem was originally posted on July 8th, 2008
4-digit dialing
sometimes I forget
which side is hot
and which is cold
or that my phone number has now changed
or where I live
or how I’ve already learned something
or thought I did.
They used to be reversed.
The hot and the cold water handles
in my old apartment.
That was a lifetime ago.
But not as far back as 3430.
That’s all you had to dial
four numbers
to reach us.
Now that number is long gone
along with the home and family to which it belonged.
We’re all here still
the family that is
all grown-up
with our own phone numbers and homes.
Sometimes I wake up and think I’m somewhere else.
Somewhere in the past.
But then I remember
the left is hot
and the right is cold.
*this is from the old blog archive. From time to time I like to pull from there.
This Poem was originally posted on July 8th, 2008