Birds chirping I feel like that doesn’t happen Oh wait They are always in that tree
How is it already Early evening Thin branches fat green leaves People below on the street
Demur laughter Photographer Someone in a wedding dress Staged laughter
Fading sun That light Magic hour some say
Growing up I had a best friend Always said When I get married He was the most girl-crazy
boy I’d ever known I never Thought about marriage My parents
Sure they laughed Some of the time They also argued Shouted and were always worried
About money Giving money away to the Kingdom Hall When they didn’t even have money
To give away like that Argued about Robin and me Always problems
With kids Marriage wasn’t something I aspired to My best friend would say When I get
married I’m going to have a house on a lake with boat Not sure if that ever happened
Truth was always there But finally he saw it I would never love God Like him
I had a different idea of worship He stopped talking to me I never had dreams
of owning houses or boats Said I’d be playing bass Be in a band Not that I could play bass
His mom used to make Spaghetti with butter for dinner Sprinkle parmesan cheese
from the container Sometimes I’d lie Say I could only come over After dinner
Not that my mother was Martha Stewart Or, anything Jared sends me a recipe
“Hillary Duff’s Cilantro Chicken Soup” He’ll write a novel Plotless Hungry characters Chicken soup
I’ll write a poem Fame Missing ingredients Life from the bowl’s perspective
Our laughter meets in the middle of an ocean People can be far away but not feel that far away