Celebrating her get-well gift.
On Tuesdays, my wife’s friend Lorie comes by.
They sit out back crafting ceramic shapes—
Exchanging wit and tips, they mold both wry
Gossip and clay, then lunch the day away.
An actor once—you can still see the glam,
Specially around her eyes. Since that path
Closed, Lorie’s been thrice around the block—crammed
Sev’ral lives beneath her skin—lived through wrath
Filled days as barmaid, as WEB sales exec.
But underneath that lustrous skin, inside,
Resides empathic warmth. Touched by my wrecked,
Post surgical distress, she dammed pain’s tide,
And helped heal my bleak, sore, insulted crotch
With wit’s best gift—a fifth of Chivas scotch!
(6/22/08)