Tuesday, April 21, 2015
PAD Day 20 - My (blank), the (blank)
My Friend, the Extreme
My best friend lived in the Port Authority in New York City for a short time
At least that’s what she said.
Every couple of days I get a new voice mail-
“I’m losing weight”
“I’ve been sick”
“Did I ever have a baby and give it up?”
“I think I have a brain tumor”
“Good news – no tumor, just a sinus infection”
And on and on and on…
I love her, she’s a good person, and I wish her well
but I think she’s got the corner on crazy.
Between hospital stays and pets at death’s door
I’ve had to stand back and detach a little.
I’ve told her that I hate being on the phone and that I will write to her.
And I do, once a month, to let her know what I’m up to.
And she can call and leave a message, because she’s not a writer.
But if I get on the phone with her
The silences, where I want to tell her she needs help,
that she’s a hypochondriac,
that her past is so messed up in her head, are hard to deal with.
I want so badly for her to end the call but I have to be the one.
I remain in touch with her after years of silence
Because I know she needs a friend, and I do too.
It’s just that sometimes, she’s just too much.
And most times, for her, I’m not enough.