Friday, November 20, 2009

Friend / Unfriend

How did our long bilingual discussions
about literature, culture and philosophy
become your unending monologue about boredom
at work, 'nightmare' flatmates and the awful weather?

You had picked me out with several other women
to shower with gifts and good conversation
to groom as minions and then to manipulate distance
between us and you; sneering at those of us
you drove to tears.

One rainy day you sent me away
at the end of your latest monologue
then removed from me
my assigned best friend duties.
Now you've unfriended me.

I only wish I'd got there first.


Unfriend is the Word of the Year for the New Oxford American Dictionary. You can read more at Writing Companion here.

3 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

bravo!

Poetikat said...

This could be taken equally as a lover's spurning. (Or maybe that's just MY experience.)
A very good poem, Juliet. (Funny how the whole Facebook experience applies too, what with "gifts" and "conversation".

fourwindsphotojournal said...

Good for you, Juliet. You are not missing a friend.