Leeks Suck, Amiright?

Growing older without children

Means knowing which of your older, childless friends

Are down to go camping and which are too soft for it

And cooking intricate dishes for them

While cracking mom and dad jokes

Such as: When was the last time any of you saw leeks

In a major motion picture?

I’m starting to suspect they’ve been banned by Hollywood

For being notoriously difficult to work with

And then your older, childless friends

Laugh, and quite generously at that

Because we are nothing if not supportive

Especially if, god forbid, one of us should lose

Her beloved cat


The Buddy System

Sit up, pass me the ball, now lie down

Make fun of the trainer later for overemphasizing

That I have tremendous strength in my legs and great quads

Whisper it later in the hallways

As much as you want

I finally found a type of teasing that I love

The Infamous Shaira

Everyone in my life recognizes

That Shaira was a very special person in my life

Except Shaira, who has reduced my importance

To the occasional Facebook message

And wouldn’t make the trip for my funeral

Let alone my wedding

But everyone is dying to meet the infamous shaira who

When asked about my time in Korea

Was always the protagonist

Even her name now brings to mind

Four or five anecdotes

Worthy of a captive audience and a fair few chuckles

Poignant silences, groans

They say they’re curious to meet her

Dying to even, and that according to my stories

There’s no one in the world like her

That she’s very unique

But the stories come less and less easily to me

Window seat

Sometimes, when I’m gazing out the window

Or just sitting by it

Reading about the particular sadness

Of lemon cake and smoking

I wonder if ill see him walking down the sidewalk

And what he’d do if he glanced in

Georgia, he might call, waving

As if we were still friends

But I know that I would shut the blinds

And put myself to bed


When I think about making up with you

I think how cool you are

That I’d like to introduce you to my friends

And wouldn’t they be impressed

That I know someone like that?

Then I remember my friends all hate you

Because the last time I was crying

I revealed that you are such an ass

And I forget about it again

Because that pretty much proves

I already have cool friends

The Schedule

Most of my best friends cannot represent me

At my wedding. They’ve moved on

To France, Korea and Turkey

I’ve just moved back home

Where nothing I imagined would

Survive the fire did

not my grandmothers paintings

not my puppy’s pawprints

But where I scrub each 18th century ledge

Until I’m quite crazy, install a spice rack

Paint collages, hang them

Turn away from my lover

Towards him, back again

All in all, this is a place

Where we water the orchid

On Thursdays.

On Wednesdays,

My dog has obediance classes

And on Mondays, I spare an hour

To repent

Oh god, I’m so sorry

I dont know if I strayed

Or if I didn’t

The Neighbors

I dont have nightmares anymore

Now that my medication is doubled

I dream of neighbors milling about our apartment

Bobby, the handyman with multiple ailments

Who is liable to spin off into a rage

When securing our new doorknob

But without hesitation, offers his wife’s

Used wedding dress to me

And speaks of Vietnam and France fondly

Mike, who offers me a beer before telling me

Half shy and half boastfully

That he is the equivalent of a male gigalo

Except he does it for free

Nate, who threatened to beat up my boyfriend

When we first moved in

And then swore to him he would keep the transgression

Of throwing my clothes into the street a secret

As long as he brought them to me

Where they belonged by morning

And helped him do it

Tessie, her daughter, and the cats which follow them in

Make up the family which I am just on the cusp of joining

As we whisper secrets about each of them respectively

Over candlelit dinners and drinks

And the ghost girl, my age, who could use a friend

Since she lost six to suicide by the time she reached my age

And unfortunately dated Mike for a brief period

Which everyone regrets

And the promise to be nice to her

Take her in, and maybe go swimming

In that spot just down the street