Slide Girl

This poem is written from the following exchange with a stranger on Instagram:

Saturday, January 28, 2023, 8:09 pm

Helen: Hi there! I was hoping you could write a birthday poem for my daughter … willing to pay $150, is that okay?

 

Saturday 10:43 pm

Me: Hello. I appreciate you reaching out. I’d be happy to consider and see if I can offer you what you’d like. What did you have in mind for the birthday poem? How old will your daughter be? And when is her birthday, or your deadline for the piece?

 

Sunday 2:03 am

Helen: My daughter will actually be 13. Her birthday is February 14th. Can u get it done before then?

 

Sunday 2:23 pm

Me: Yeah, I should be able to do that. Let me know more about your daughter. What things she likes, what’s important to her. Anything specific you are thinking you’d like in the poem.

 

Sunday 2:44 pm

Helen: So she really loves going to the park.

Helen: And her greatest moment in the park is going down the slide

Helen: ?

 

Monday 4:48 pm

Me: Did you want the poem focused on her at the park? Are there other things about her? What do you love about her? Your favorite parts of her personality? Your favorite memories?

 

Monday 8:36 pm

Helen: ?

 

Tuesday 12:02 am

Me: You want me to write a poem about your daughter knowing only that she will be 13 and likes the slide at the park?

 

Tuesday 1:11 am

Helen: yes

 

Tuesday, shortly after her last reply:

Oh, unnamed girl

About to turn thirteen

 

Your life has already brought you so much

like the park

and the slide inside that park

and I’m sure other things

but mostly just the park

and the slide

 

and that slide will wait

for your fourteen year-old self to return

and slide again

 

until you grow too old

to care about the slide

 

or you grow too self-conscious

of what others will think of a grown woman

who likes slides

 

so you leave the playground

and do other things

 

maybe you have children

who take you back to the playground

as you watch them slide

like you used to enjoy

 

maybe your child

will turn thirteen

 

and you will ask a stranger

to write a poem for them

 

anyway, enjoy the cake,

if you like cake

I don’t even know

I only know you like slides

Written January 31, 2023

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