The disappointments didn’t come
hard and fast. They rolled like
a Spanish “R,” long and smooth.
Chasing the ice-cream truck,
being locked out of the funhouse,
being the second or third choice
for everyone I’ve ever met…
There’s a place for me and it’s
the wise-cracking sidekick
that you don’t mind disappearing
in the third act. I’m the heroine’s
plucky, tragic friend.
Cute and dismissed.
It’s ok; I tracked Venus and Vega
with my rickety telescope tonight
and we’re all very, very small.