In Los Angeles,
they call drizzles, storms.
are usually people in line
for a honeybaked ham during Easter.
But really, it’s all days and every Holiday.
People love being around each other, if only to ignore.
I get a smile now and again, usually at work
from married men carrying a newborn, while
mom is off trying to find something sexy to read.
Meanwhile, he tells me how much he’s enjoying
being a dad, as if I am in need of a father.
Does he see my deficiency?
I puff up, show my smile and chipped teeth—
Hands outstretched, I’m unclenched,
knives in my laugh—
he feels this, laughs nervously,
like rats do,
a precious lonely tired thing I cradle in my arms of books.
I recommend all kinds, make him pay, she apologizes
and I say—
he loves you, right?
he agrees and folds away.