of the several long distance phone calls i made today

of the several long distance phone calls i made today
the only one that someone answered was the one to my aunt
who said that the tomatoes this year mostly still aren’t ripe and said that my sister in college in eugene still hasn’t registered for classes sometimes i miss so much my heart literally hurts
sometimes i wonder if i will ever change
and if that would be for the better
the buddha sez that attachment is the root of all suffering
better, maybe, to be a rock, or a piece of wood
better to let the wind and the water wear you down
take you back
to where you began
but rocks and pieces of wood can’t make long distance phone calls and talk about tomatoes
rocks and pieces of wood don’t have sisters in college who still haven’t registered for classes
rocks and pieces of wood don’t have hearts that hurt
better, maybe, to be what you are
and to not be what you aren’t