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WHEN I WAS A STAR 

 

 

I stood on the front porch,

a piece of wood to my lips, sang

while my brother went rat-a-tat tat

on an empty paint can. 

 

I was Olivia Newton-John,

begging some drunk in a bar

not to play that painful song on the jukebox.

The air rang with applause. 

 

As Debbie Boon, I told the love of my life

how he lit up my life.

There was more applause. 

 

I stepped into Paul Simon’s shoes,

longing to be a sparrow, not a snail.

The crowd was on its feet. 

I bowed, took my leave.

  

This poem appears in the spring/summer issue of Magnets and Ladders.