But I don’t want small talk.
Text me, and without saying hello,
tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning.
Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe
on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about
the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer.
Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe I god.
Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry.
Go on for hours about things that may not seem important
because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say.
Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about