Along Came Poly

“I’m polyamorous,” he said, smoking his cigarette.

“Meaning?” I said.

“I love many people. I don’t know how anybody can love just one,” he said.

He exhaled and watched the smoke rise.

“My best friends is going away,” he said, “not forever, but for a long time. I hope she’ll be happy.”

We leaned against the adjacent wall.

I imagined he did know how to love just one, and did. But who am I to know anything?

My Fancy, Fish Friend

It is fun to be the fanciest fish in the pond,

but as time passes and you find yourself in bigger bodies

of water-

in river and lakes, even oceans-

you discover that there are fishes equally fancy as you,

and they too were once the fanciest,

so you all have to learn to coexist,

to compliment one another rather than challenge,

for this world, as large as it is,

remains at the same time very small,

whatever you put into the waters-

love or hate, strife or support-

will inevitably come back around.

So, play well and keep on swimming,

my fancy fish friend.