A friend and mother
wrote a song to her daughter.
This was an attempt
at a compliment.

Wonder Woman
brings more wonder
as a loving mother
than any other
woman
can.

Why watch I the cave,
standing guard at the entrance,
when two are inside?

I don’t know
what I don’t know.
But this much I know:
In Chicago
the train loops high,
then low.

In the sky
it’s El. Or L. But low?
I don’t know.
What the hell
is a Low
L?

Flashing past
through CTA train glass,
the words “Sweet”, “Loving” and “Kind”
sear my mind.

Should I ask
a local what it means?
Would they take me to task?
Would they come clean?

Because I know
that I don’t know.
And it’s not inert.
Being ignurnt hurts.

If a wooed one gets/
poem texts, and doesn’t respond,/
does that mean woo’s done?

A few miles from here,/
you wake and prepare your day./
Sleeping, I dream you.

Strong now,/
like Superman,/
I dont, somehow,/
need Wonder Woman./
I’ve grown past that./
I can/
stand/
by myself./
Silly fact:/
I just want her./
What’s wrong with that?

I was wondering/
if I could try again/
to be your friend;.
Can you ignore/
blundering/
once more?

135: A number I remember from high school.
170: The number on my wedding day
180: A number I was when I tried — and failed — to negotiate back to
170: The number where I wanted to be to “get more…”
199: A number I was 15 years and 4 kids later.
200: The number where I screamed when I saw it.
210: A number where I stopped looking.
220: The number today when I bought the scale and looked again.
(530): A number of someone who inspired me.
190: A number I’ll gladly go back to.
(X): The number of years I’ll add to my life.

I wonder: What should I do?/
I’m still enamored of u!/
U r always so practical,/
strategic and tactical./
Yet U make me think and laugh the whole nite thru!

Can we pursue/
a non-eating/
noon meeting?/
I fear su/
shi/
would do/
me/
in, so I/
want 2 try/
walking/and talking,/
or something lite./
Is that alright/
with U/
if we do?