It's not you,
it's me.
You're so special,
anyone
with Stephen Hawking's
brains,
Warren Buffett's dough,
who eats
cheeseburgers in paradise
with vegans,
would be lucky
to have you.
I could live
with the black bear
dancing with your muse
in your dreams,
but Mother Teresa
and Dr. Seuss
bowling for dollars
was over the top.
The hard-as-a-rock
ambition,
incessant praying
to the God
you did not believe in,
were only human.
But the name dropping,
the meta moments,
nearly did me in.
Still,
the jokes
only you understood,
the tingle of your skin,
the romance of your ego
and your id.
Bygones can't be bygones,
but could we still
be friends?
Kathi Wolfe is a poet and writer in Falls Church, VA. Her poetry has appeared in Innisfree Poetry Journal, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, Potomac Review, Gargoyle, Not Just Air, Breath & Shadow and other publications. She has appeared on the public radio show The Poet and the Poem and read in the Library of Congress Poetry at Noon Series. Wolfe has been awarded poetry residencies at Vermont Studio Center and a Puffin Foundation grant. She was awarded Honorable Mention in the 2007 Passager Magazine poetry contest and was a finalist in the 2007 Pudding House Press Chapbook competition. Her chapbook Helen Takes the Stage: The Helen Keller Poems is just out from Pudding House Press.
