Some Friends

of Matt's. Wer'e hangin in the Border's parking lot, I'm about to loose myself in a visual landscape of words, they wanna take a sabbatical to 'Marvin's Mechanical Carnival', these are kids, right? Teenagers. We're shootin the breeze, laughing. Matt's using my IPhone. A dark, wirey good lookin kid, a skaterboy, and someone's little brother. 'WHOSE mom are you?' they say. I wanna make sure my kid catches his plane.

That night, this 18 year old, Amal, called me from the number Matt used on his phone. He said he liked me.

'I've always wanted to have a mom', he says.

After I hung up, I wondered, what did he mean by that?