Who Left Who
Which is worse—trying to be funny & not
or not trying & being? At Joe’s funeral
when Larry said, “Always, always be
prepared to go to a dark place,”
& I said, “I guess I’ll never see
that 20 Joe owes me,” wasn’t that
what Larry meant? Yesterday, outside
the Chuck E. Cheese’s, a woman
said to her husband, “You wouldn’t be happy
if they hung you with a new rope,”
& I thought of your silk scarf—that,
from a distance looked like Escher flowers,
but upon closer inspection revealed itself to be
angels engaged in various sexual positions—all
spread legs & wings. When you stopped
saying, “That dress would look better
on the floor,” I knew we were going the way
of the dodo. Haven’t I tried not to think
about you only for you to pop-up
like an ingrown hair in my dreams?
Can you imagine being crushed
underfoot by an elephant? Poor Joe.
Poor poor Joe. For Christ Sake it was a zipper-
up-the-front green sequin go-go dress.
I couldn’t have been more faithful
when I was unfaithful to you.
Flower Conroy Punch Drunk Press’s third Featured Woman Poet this August! She is the author of the chapbooks Facts About Snakes & Hearts; The Awful Suicidal Swans; and Escape to Nowhere. Her poetry has appeared in American Literary Review, Prairie Schooner, Gargoyle and other journals. She is the current Poet Laureate of Key West.
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