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Michael Simms: Oh Darlin’
I like it when women I don’t know Call me Darlin’. There’s something Kind and generous in the tone Without being sexual. The intimacy Of strangers is luminous, the way We wish well for the man who lost His car keys, the woman coming in Out of the rain, the girl who missed Her bus, the boy who stutters. The waitress who offers more coffee Calls all the men at my table darlin’. She may be somebody’s wife, Somebody’s mother, somebody’s Friend, but right now, to us She’s the intimate stranger Named Dolores, which means sadness, Inviting us with a smile to have dessert. You want me to alamode that For you, Darlin’?
This poem was first published in The Banyan Review, edited by Tayve Neese.
From American Ash published by Ragged Sky. Copyright 2020 Michael Simms.
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Fine poem, and quite perceptive. I do get a slight erotic tingle when I get called darling by waitresses, and they often get larger tips by doing it. I know because my stepdaughter was long a waitress.
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Thanks, Chuck. Tips aside, it is a pleasant custom that has always pleased me.
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Smiled at this one. Not a stellar poem, but nice, you know?
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Just what I needed to read today. i am definitely with you on all of it! Many thanks!
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All I could think of was the square dance I did as a child, She Calls Everybody Darlin’. I could sing the entire call to you, but I can’t remember what I had for lunch yesterday except there was no one suggesting a little pie for dessert. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a coffee shop like that, but then it feels like forever since I have shared a meal with anyone other than the Jizo statue on my counter. What memories this invoked! Thanks, Michael.
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Thanks, Barbara!
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Thanks for this poem, Michael. This is what we need: a poetics of generosity and engagement with human community.
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Thanks, Joe!
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I love this poem.
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Thanks, Arlene!
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I wonder how any of us would feel if the server were male or whose gender might be unclear and who addressed us the same way?
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I actually have had men in drag address me as “darling.” I liked it. But that’s a different poem.
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I think that’s a really interesting question… I quite like a “Darlin'” from a waitress too, but having been asked “who are you here with dear” at a conference, for me it would seem patronising coming from a man. Unless they were in drag. 🙂 I think the gender of the customer might be more important than the server on this one.
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Love it!
Glen Brown
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