FOREWORD: When I was younger, I didn't understand how anybody could grow distant from their parents. Now, the answer is quite obvious.

ABOUT THE WEATHER

We almost sound ‘together’
when we’re talking on the phone,
affable about the weather
plaguing you at home.

Formally, we list our thoughts –
whatever comes to mind.
(Even if the details are
repeated weeks behind.)

Have you been yet to the doctor’s?
And how are you for money?

Yes, I’m taking lots of medicine,
and yes, I find it funny that
you never ask me questions like,

How is your degree?
Are you pregnant?
Taking drugs?

Are you failing secretly?

Gazing out the window,
I briefly ask for John,
and wonder if the cat
still lives, and which football team
has won… Back to Mum,
we reconfirm the chat
we had before. I try to think
of things to say, but no,
there’s nothing more.