Nostalgia

Slumber Party

sitting in pajamas
in different cities--
my orange and pink
striped dorm,
pastel splotched
room of your
childhood--
giggling like
little girls
trying on
mom's high heels,
exchanging secrets
like boys trade
baseball cards,
pretending
that popcorn
will always be
a proper dinner,
that problems
will always be
solved by
4 a.m. phone calls,
that we
will always be
a 'we'

a slumber party
over the phone lines