My Rich Friend
My rich friend wasn't always rich
but now he's very good at it,
by which I mean he's generous,
has excellent taste, never makes
anyone uncomfortable, has good
boundaries, and please don't tell him
but if I were ever to kill myself,
he has this wonderful window
in this perfect little dining nook
that's fifteen stories up and opens
all the way. The last thing
I would see is a soapstone zodiak
carved into a recess in the ceiling.
and then the city going by
ever so fast. I'm not usually tempted
by an open window. I don't know
how he survives it every day.
Court Green Issue 10 - Winter 2013
Issue 10 - Winter 2013
Copyright © 2013 by Jason Schneiderman
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