sondra

if things change, let me know.

sondra quicksteps along the front walk
repeating that.

if things change, let me know
for i do not believe they change.

sondra wishes she were the man
named alfredo but isn’t sure
she isn’t already, she does not believe
such a thing could have happened to her,
nothing ever changes.

if things change, let me know
for i do not believe they change
more than the least amount they need
to say things are different
and i am not used to noticing.

sondra thinks alfredo is not thinking of her
but she isn’t sure, she keeps checking herself
for signs of it, the eyebrow bent in doubt,
the dry mouth at the mention of her name,
his name. alfredo isn’t letting on,
or she can’t see it, all the small yearnings
that are there and again she wishes she were
the man alfredo. things may be changing.
if she were him, she’d know.