Yesterday, 11:42 AM
Friday Night with Opioid
My German friend is lovely. She listens
when you speak, and we’ve got no end
of private jokes. They buried her last week.
My best friend from Japan has gone
ten years without forgetting to give me a ring
on my birthday. His boys have stopped bedwetting,
while I throttle love with my bare hands, cook lavish meals
for one. My doctor is an optimist: “What’s done,”
she says, “is done.”
My German friend is lovely. She listens
when you speak, and we’ve got no end
of private jokes. They buried her last week.
My best friend from Japan has gone
ten years without forgetting to give me a ring
on my birthday. His boys have stopped bedwetting,
while I throttle love with my bare hands, cook lavish meals
for one. My doctor is an optimist: “What’s done,”
she says, “is done.”