bring a friend

i can barely walk, 

the woman tells me, as she holds

her cat back

with her foot,

preventing his escape.

cancer, she says.

but it's my hip now,

my leg,

my knee, my ankle.

two metal sticks keep her

upright.

but i can swim, she says.

i'm free in the water,

pointing out the back window

towards the pool,

the blue tarp

covered in leaves.

i'll have it open by june.

you must stop by.

bring a friend if you'd like.

there'll be music,

we'll have drinks.

we'll have food.

it'll go on all night.