Hours later,
after wandering the park,
up and down Broadway,
I duck into a phone booth.
The cloudy glass
surrounds me on
three sides.
Through the front pane
I see a little girl with her dad,
holding tight to his hand.
A pang of jealousy nips me.
I fiddle with the quarter in my pocket.
Call Chloe.
She says Nonna called my parents,
told them all about New Year’s,
asks where am I anyway,
she’s been trying to reach me for hours.
I tell her I went to the movies,
better get home now,
thanks for the warning.
Hang up quick,
keep walking,
home.