I have a confession to make. I heard everything you were saying that night on the porch. In the alley. On the beach.
I hear them all. All the time. I hear them even when you’re fine.
Somebody wants a boyfriend for the 8th grade dinner dance. Someone wants a raise. I know the man who cheated on his wife and I know his remorseful ways.
I heard the child in the bathroom stall, pleading the school would fall down
and I heard the teacher in the other room, wishing they’d all drown.
I have to pick wisely, I keep telling you all. At the right time for the right cause, I answer the right call.
Like the woman in the hospital who really might have died
or when a man was almost jailed because of someone else’s lie.
But I have to tell you everything because without it I won’t make sense.
I lost my ears in a city park. The world became too tense.