Caribou Feather

I eat dinner, read Shakespeare
—Measure for Measure—
and call Dyana, talk about life,
wonder together why 
it is the way it is. 

On this day in 2007,
the Orlando Magic acquired 
Rashard Lewis,
and I was working 
at Alice's Tea Cup.

Dyana was there,
baking cakes in the back,
out of my league,
and I don't know why 
we stayed friends
for all these years.

She calls me 
when she is reading 
David Foster Wallace
and eating cereal,
but doesn't say a word. 

She asks me
if I've heard 
from what's-her-toes,
and I say no,
ask her if she's heard from "Anthony."

I'm glad we stayed friends 
—just friends—
as rare as a caribou with feathers,
and we call each other
every other season
without reason.