by Sherrie Talgeri

You phoned me at 3:23 AM, told me the time
was a palindrome, asked if I wanted to go shopping
for secrets and sea breeze

– I hung up.

You hummed a song I’d never heard
as we wandered dream-streaked streets,
talked about how the rain tasted

“I just want to pick up everything

you leave behind and put it in my pockets.”