Conversations

I am very good at having interesting conversations that stay with me, reverberating in my head, but forgetting entirely who I had the conversation with or under what circumstances.

These days, I can’t even remember whether such conversations happened in person or via text, facebook messenger, g-chat, all the many ways our words fly across the world now - whether it was one on one, or had to do with numerous voices chiming in their varied thoughts and stories.

My conversation about the new scary laws in some states, or the meaning of some scene in Game of Thrones, or the funny story about my ten-year-old niece - did that happen with my husband in our kitchen, as we crafted a feast for only two? With my theater friends in our ongoing two-year-long group chat, where we vary from serious to mundane topics throughout every day? Over clinking glasses of wine and pretentious pizza at a bar with lawyer friends? Or with coworkers, standing on green grass and nodding, while forks delicately slice through cake?

Does it even matter? There the words stay, the thoughts tangle and untangle as needed to make their points and form my dreams.