when i reminded you of my
lifelong affection
i found myself crying into the
poached pears
it was supposed to be a
lighthearted message
but apparently my
body didn’t know
there are people we hold
without second thoughts
and there are the people
like aromas
fragile first thoughts
i’ve held you my
hands like a sieve
because
time husbands kids
I didn’t want to be the friend with
needs
with loneliness that
drips through to embarrass us both
but
the next time you get to
shine on stage
i am buying myself
two tickets
the usher will press a
playbill into my open
hands
and I will take a seat next to
my rich and syrupy feelings
in a wide and darkening room
