Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Neighborly Love

I lost her phone number.
I had written it down
on a little piece of paper,
but now I’ve lost it
and they aren’t listed.
Which means I can either get my coat on
and walk over two houses down
in the thirty four degree weather,
or I can be lazy
and drive.
I'll probably drive.
My fear is that she’ll be home
and she’ll invite me in,
and I’ll have to sit down
and catch up with her
about what’s been going on
with her family
the last few months
and where they went for Christmas,
and where I went
and how everyone's new year is.
Then she’ll offer me tea
and I’ll think how nice she is
and how awful I am
for having such bad thoughts.
But that’s absurd.
I’m nice.
I just don’t want to talk to anybody.