Older, Wiser

Hockey has the power play, you're familiar with the term, when one team has the advantage of more players on the ice than the opponent. What that means, of course, is that the team with the advantage can muscle its way on to the scoreboard. Jean Hendrickson is always on a power play and the scoreboard shows it. This poem hits with the same force as her previous contributions: Armageddon 9/11, Death, New Kid, and Community. Note the use of punctuation to convey tension, anger, and clarity. Score another goal for Jean.

Older, Wiser
By Jean M. Hendrickson

Your unexpected appearance
leer and boozy breath
at my front door
say you think I owe you.

You helped me move
decades ago.

I had little kids.
Three very small ones
and no money.
Their father would have helped,
he said,

but he had a date.

He-had-a-date.
I never had one of those.

You lived downstairs.
Married.

Your wife said "Go ahead."
You thought she meant it.
You should have read her eyes.
They said "Don't you dare."

Yes,
Facebook is a miracle.
—Of sorts.

And, well,
here you are,
evidently,
no better at reading eyes
than you were then,
so listen, instead:
GO AWAY.

Yes, I do mean it.
BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE.

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