Friday, April 29, 2016

Friday Evening Before the Reception at the Downstairs Ballroom

My bad nerves
go jingle-jangle-jingle

crossing the rain-dark 
patio to the 

so much brokenesss 
in my head and heart

sliding crashing
with each step

it’s all I can do
not to weep in time
with the sky

so it’s just as well 
I’m coming in
to work 

The strangers I’ll meet 
will have no idea
this face is not 
my own

The questions they’ll ask
will be nothing 
to do 
with me

I arrive early
rehearse my lines
get into character

It’s such a blessing to be
someone other than me
if only for a few

“Hello, I’m the facilities manager….”


from Nymphomagic Electroshock &
Other Middle-Aged Complaints
 (2008, 2016)