sandra’s dates


what time is it? sandra asks yet again;
it is new years eve twenty-o-two, she
claims she has a date, but none of us believes
her — she’s told us at least once a month for two
years that she has a date here or there, then
or now or was it nine? was it eight? o
it’s ten already, have you seen a guy
this tall looking like this and was he looking
for a woman looking like me . . . we play
along because she is exuberant
in everything despite this strange maudlin
drama of her stood-up dates and besides
she’s an occasional fixture at yella’s
and generous with her pitchers of beer.

David M Pitchford
22 Dec 2011

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