Seattle bound

my neighbor Jim

wants

to be called Sally

these days.

he's wearing

dresses

and wigs,

high heel shoes.

we still talk about baseball

when 

we see each other,

when cooking meat

in the back yard,

but it's different

now.

i get nervous

when he asks me if

i like his outfit,

with a matching purse

and scarf,

holding his spatula

as he spins

around.

i smile and nod. looks

great Sally,

i tell him.

he says that he and the whole

family may be

Seattle bound.