The Simplicity of Friendship

I can’t cheer up my best friend.
I tell him all the jokes I know,
even the one about the immortal porpoises.
I talk about sports and how the Celtics
are doing this year and who’s
the best point guard in the NBA
(Tim Hardaway, of course).
I even tell my life story,
or at least the relevant parts:
learning to ride a bike,
running cross-country in high school,
my Thermo final last term.
I pour him a glass of orange juice.
And I feel that special kind
of helplessness.

© 1992 Wayne Pitcher

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