Allyson (Ode to a Friend)

She is all dressed up, and sits next to me
Because she cares about me
I didn't tell him at all, because
I don't care about him at all
And I think he might stop me.
The room is neutral-colored, like my mood
And I realize she must leave
Even though we love each other.
The time goes slowly. I want it over and done.
I try to stomach half of a sandwich I bought at a gas station
Because I was told somewhere along the line I had to eat.
I half-heartedly glance at OK! and Star and People
Each with images of what a woman should really be doing
I see the other women in this room
Later, the basketball player and I and another girl who asks
the nurse to stop telling her the details
Will recline in chairs with heating pads
Sipping on apple juice and eating crackers
As if we were lounging in beach chairs eating tapas and drinking white wine
Except the others have been swimming too hard or eating too much
Because their cramps are more severe
While I have been waiting on this moment and relax for the first time
Since I realized it three days ago
And the passerby who haphazardly fired his gun without telling me
Didn't cause me to bleed as much as they told me I would
And the sky seems sunnier now that my eyes are refocused
And the air seems clearer now that I am no longer stifled
And my mild-tasting toothpaste tastes like itself again
And though the ignorant billboards seem unnecessarily personal now
The only one who gets my life now is me
I take a dozen trips around the country that first year
I sometimes tell one more person a secret
And though I have not told my
would-be assassin how close he came to taking my life
I have forgiven him
Even as his bullets continue to find their marks in others.
And though I believe those neutral-colored walls protect me and
the cloak they provided still shields me
She remains the steady presence, the unwavering if unsure support
And she sees right through everything I try to say
Without my having to say it at all.