full

my belly is full
of the birthday brunch
cab made for beth
in appreciation of her existence
we are glad she was born
and didn't die yet

there were eggs and coffee
and pillsbury croissants
orange juice and advil
for our hangovers

last night we drank with miriam
and jackie and neil and claude and even lee-anne
and me
i was there too
that's how i can write this

at brunch we talked about doctors
bad bedside manners
good care for lawyers
the little lies people tell

(i told the cancer-walk t-shirt story
sorry, baby)

we talked about therapy
and winnipeg
and the food
and does betty have to pay the dogsitter
if she loses the dog?
no, we agreed, no.

now it is 1 pm
and i am going back to sleep
tonight the show
meet with the publisher lady
charm a stranger
maybe

two more sleeps before home
a brief detox
a back to work/hibernation
situation
before the xmas gorge

presents to buy

but

the present is a gift
we open moment by moment
so they say
those new wave buddhists

and yet

sometimes i want to return it
but it's already gone
it's rarely my size
though i like the color
the style could be better
but i would think that
even if it was

my fancy hotel apartment place
has that dingy boy thing
that boys can create
anywhere
without daily maids
even with
if they take pains
to be
extra careless

cab's place was vibrant with brunch
her iPod with speakers
her bright blue yoga mat
her tidiness
her blinds are open
the sun is her friend

i am a chubby vampire
so i hide from the sun