My Friend Poem by jenny piñero

Sometimes I miss you
When drabness chokes me-
Stock phrases of technicians
Ice and sword of rebels
Carnival of animals
Politicians sower saluting on trampoline
Pots and pans at the sink
Warts on the nose
Moles on the neck
A neighbor snores
Splitting our eardrums.

Familiarity breeds contempt
Especially when sex
Becomes routine and you
On a monsters night
Wish it were a full
Moon so you could fly
Across it on a broom

Hear the laughter of children
Who sense the war
Who know your silence
Which is clenched first
Crushing a clove once ours
Remember how it used to flutter
Between our shyness
When we giggled softly over
Nothing for nothing was funny
But not when it melted again
Into silence of goodbye

I miss you, sometimes.