Blooming

I've known Jan for years, and Marcy for about the same amount of time. Jan has the most beautiful eyes I've seen, clear clover green. They are set in a face that has seen too much, a heart broken too many times, and above a mouth as clever as my own.

We walked home last night and as I left them on the corner and we kissed our goodbyes, Jan says to me,

“You really are blooming, you know that?”

“Yeah, like a flower and shit.” I quipped back

“Yes!! Like a rose!” Marcy chirped enthusiastically

“Or a pothole” Shot back Jan.

And my laugh shotgunned into the night as I walked away.


(© Alice Ginsberg)