Poetry
Marciniak, Virginia Volini
Virginia Volini Marciniak Pain, you are my oldest friend, Since birth when, pummeling, you crushed my skull, And kicked me screaming. What would I have done Had you not been there to help my...
...You are moving into my house...
...What would I have done Had you not been there to help my mother, Pain...
...You are wearing my clothes...
...Your good-day smile carved by a thousand ice picks, Your handshake springing my nerves, and paralyzing...
...Note: This untitled poem was found among papers left by Virginia Volini Marciniak, who died of cancer on October 21, 1990...
...My oldest friend, I meet you here again...
...I have hated you since then, As your fingers twist about my knees, Your ugliness hops before my eyes...
...Fortunately, business took you many places...
...You live so close now, our paths cross often...
...How dare you interrupt my life again...
...I welcome your departure...
Vol. 119 • October 1992 • No. 18
