We argued about the Eiffel Tower

Poem by Shannon Phillips

We didn’t argue about the Eiffel Tower, he told me in the 6 a.m. twilight
when I asked, our son between us, his toddler fingers twisting in my hair.
I didn’t remember until later when I asked him again about the Eiffel Tower.
He said no, we didn’t argue about the Eiffel Tower. We hadn’t argued
about the Eiffel Tower in the dream, either. In the dream, we were in line
at a café at midnight and I winked at him and said, “You were right,”
and he looked confused and asked, “About what?” and I looked out and up
because I knew I’d find it there. I pointed…