The Sunrise Senior Home

my friend Jimmy

moves

into the Sunrise Senior Home

up the road.

it's a big yellow building

next to a man

made lake,

but not far from the mall,

walking distance

in fact.

he calls me up, whispering

into the phone.

dude,

he says.

he always calls me dude.

you have to move in here

with me.

i'm a wolf in the hen house

here.

women are leaving cookies

and brownies at

my door.

they come by late at night,

tapping

on the door, saying hello

Jimmy,

whatcha doing?

these babes might be a little

long in the tooth,

but they're wild women

making up for lost time.

i'm the only guy here not 

using a walker,

or staring out the window all

day, eating oatmeal

and mumbling.

sometimes i wear my old tool

belt around me,

which drives them nuts.

they always need a lightbulb

changed

or the nuts and bolts on

their beds

tightened.

dude, come by this Saturday,

i've organized a pool party

after yoga class,

which i'm teaching now.

what do you know about yoga?

i ask him.

nothing, he says, absolutely

nothing, but who cares.

bring your yoga pants.