[L.E. Leone herein examines relationships & portents. Enjoy!]
YOU ARE NOT A SMALL WOMAN
My friend Nancy Krygowski, the poet who is the reason I write poetry, writes to tell me she needs to write a poem and isn’t feeling poetic.
Aww, I say. What gives?
It’s marriage problems. Goddamn. Her engagement ring broke and she’s trying real hard not to see it as a sign.
Nothing is ever a sign unless you want it to be, dear, don’t worry, I say.
And: I am here, if you need to talk.
Maybe later. She’s on her way out the door to see to getting it fixed, she says, at a vintage jewelry shop run out of a converted chicken coop by an old Jewish woman who, according to Nancy, will tell you ‘you are not a small woman.’
OK then, I say. Call me later.
L.E. Leone
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