Crystal and I bring out each other’s
feisty independence
and creativity as we renovate
our basement space together.
We wield power tools,
lay remnant carpet
spackle designs to mask
crumbling drywall and uneven seams.
Laughing,
we splatter paint
with abandon that would cause
Jackson Pollock to die again.
We pick out cute boys in bars
like candy,
but never give out our number,
just collect theirs,
stuff matchbooks
and colored slips
of uneven paper into
our ‘guy jar’ fishbowl.
Crystal decides
we should smoke less.
Resolves
we will start SlimFast.
Teaches me
to never put my purse
on the aisle-side of the train
to always
be aware of my surroundings
to carry mace just in case.
Better to have it and not need it
than need it and not have it.
Crystal reorganizes
my modeling book
shows it to a photographer friend
who suggests I cut my hair to stand out
but no way! short hair would only make
my ass look bigger.
Crystal edits and deletes
my wardrobe
makes me a bit less
white-trash-in-the-city.
Insists I lose my
favorite white fringe boots
splurge
on Levis that fit.
Informs me that
“Wearing black is always best.”
Clueless
I never realized
how much work I needed
before Crystal
started remodeling me.