on finding one's tribe
A poem for my Thursday people
i asked Sophia Loren if she wanted a bite
i’m not contagious
just have a taste
un morso
this was before i was born
she still hasn’t answered
a psychic once told me that Lucille Ball is watching over me
i tell the psychic to tell her to stop
it’s creepy
unless she can get me a series regular role on a hit comedy, then keep on peepin’
i hear the Andrew Sisters in my head, the boogie oogie bugle boy of company B
i know the code for all the speakeasies in my mind
three words — AIN’T IT GRAND?
i’m in a time that isn’t mine
did someone make a mistake?
did someone label my year wrong?
did someone swap spots when i wasn’t lookin’?
am i really here?
All my life I ask where do i fit?
I thrive in my bubble, it’s true
but all bubbles eventually pop
And then what?
to remain ungotten /maybe this is how it goes /maybe it’s okay
oh but then
but then, but then, but then, but then, but then, but then…
one day, a new day, a new surprise day, a new good day, a new Thursday…
i found a group of writers when i wasn’t looking
all of them only 2-inch square
but they may as well be outta the zoom
and in my room
‘cause damn straight they are in my heart
they share their stories with abandon
generous, funny and wise
and i can’t believe it took half a lifetime to find them
but find them i did
What can I say better than
thank you thank you thank you
my people, my tribe,
my Thursday afternoons
If you’d like to hear some of these fab Thursday folx, you can listen to the second season of my poetry podcast, I Wrote This For You. Just enter “season 2” in the search bar.
I’ll start you off with my friend, the sensational poet Lisa Segal.
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