jane

don't call me jane anymore,
jane tells you
while you sit nibbling
on a shared scone
because you both are on
another insane diet
that will last one week.
okay, jane, I mean...
call me alisha, she says,
or maybe allegra, i'm not
sure, it's a work in
progress, but I don't want
to be jane anymore.
i'm so done with jane
and men making fun of me.
telling me they
are tarzan, or adding
plain to the name when
I'm not around.
I want to slap my parents
sometimes.
me too, you tell her,
scooping up scone
crumbs from the top
of the bag that has become
your plate.
i'd like to slap my parents too,
for a lot of things,
but they're in their
80's now, and well, what's
the point.