When people are email followers of my blog, they get the first version of the poem that hits the web. Occasionally, like in my most recent poem, there is serious revision after that. The final version of this latest poem follows what actually happened a lot more closely than the first version. In reality the conversation was over the phone and there was a lot more back and forth, comparing notes. As it became a poem, I first thought about how an unsuspecting visitor would respond to the information. Then I went back a bit closer to the real story. The first version of the poem is about the awkwardness of the information, the second, about its power.