It’s been years since I saw you at Gilbert’s El Indio
We waved but I didn’t stay. It was clear you were in deep
They say I wouldn’t recognize you so I’ve kept my vision pure
Giddy, ridiculous, sun bombed, self-conscious, unselfconscious
Like Stevie
Back then, we knew everything there was to know about
Everything
You couldn’t tell us
Anything
We hadn’t yet left home or done much
But we were destined
For the big screen and magazines
You knew the names of all the actors and the models, even the minor ones
Patti Hanson, Kim Alexis
I committed it all to memory. Documenting the rise. I’d write your bio, say I knew you when
We were 15 but said we were 16, just so we could work
At Woolworths
I thought you were smart, had things wired
And you did
Until the switch flipped
I don’t know when you found trouble or how it found you
These things have gone wrong since the dawn of time,
Or at least since the dawn of 7-11 parking lots
But we who belong to the sisterhood of checked-out mothers, stay at home mothers, gone to the club mothers, corporate executive at the bar mothers, overwhelmed by life and death and disappointed by life and divorce mothers, hooked on their own unique blend of white wine and Valium mothers, frozen in time mothers, younger than we are now that some of us are grandmothers mothers are here
And we love you
So tell us
Is it over now? And
Do you know how
To pick up the pieces and go home?
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Denise Sullivan 