mixed
in with other dreams, but
i appreciate
the call from my mother.
she sounds
good.
she tells me what's for
dinner, asks,
what time will i be there
on Sunday.
how's your love life?
she says,
using a name
from
the distant past,
it's a nice call.
i can almost smell the garlic
and red
sauce, see her cutting
gnocchi by hand.
she asks me
who will win the game
on Sunday.
i tell her, as i always do.
the team
that scores the most points.
she laughs.
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