Many people of a certain age
more frequently discuss body parts.
Yesterday for instance
I was having lunch with a friend
at a wildly overpriced and also wonderful
pretentious place called Sant Ambroseus,
where all shoes are expensive
and conversational tones are low.
My friend, who has a pronounced
and spectacular Brooklyn accent,
confident and loud, exclaimed:
Wait until I tell you the latest
from my pulmonologis!
The two women next to us who looked
like art dealers representing Matisse
turned toward our table. One of them
smiled . We’d like to hear too she said.
Fell off the chair again!
I’ll have to send you my orthopedist’s bills