WHEN I WAS A STAR
I stood on the front porch,
a piece of wood to my lips, sang
while my brother went rat-a-tat tat
on an empty paint can.
I was Olivia Newton-John,
begging some drunk in a bar
not to play that painful song on the jukebox.
The air rang with applause.
As Debbie Boon, I told the love of my life
how he lit up my life.
There was more applause.
I stepped into Paul Simon’s shoes,
longing to be a sparrow, not a snail.
The crowd was on its feet.
I bowed, took my leave.
This poem appears in the spring/summer issue of Magnets and Ladders.