Wendy

I heard you had a baby
over the phone I was listening
you work at a strip joint
your husband too.

The baby died
you live so far away
and I can still only imagine you
as a curly haired little girl
from Peter Pan
named after my mother.

You drank peach juice out of the can
and made me go play in the woods
pretending we were orphans.

Now your baby died
you work at a strip joint
your husband too.