Maw said “Feed a man.” So I cook, and I wait.
Maw said “Fry green tomatoes,” so I fry and I wait.
Ain’t gained me no man but sho’ gained me some weight.
Maw said “go where the men at to find you love.”
I went to the Braves game to find me love,
but didn’t catch no fella in my baseball glove.
“Love will find you when you ain’t lookin’” says my Maw.
“You’ll trip on it when you ain’t lookin’” says my Maw.
So I closed my eyes, fell, and skinned my knees raw.
I paid a psychic lady to find my honey
Paid her fifty dollars to find my honey
But all she predicted was I’d lose some money.
Maw asked the preacher man if he’d pray for me
He said sho’ he gonna say some prayers for me.
Hope he ain’t busy–might take ’bout eighty three.
I’ll buy a GPS and put in “The One”
Let it recalculate till it finds me The One–
I wanna get some lovin’ ‘fo my days are done.
Meera Jhala has always loved creative writing. She neglected it for a decade or two, during which time she did a PhD, became a science professor, stopped being a science professor, and changed careers into a job which can best be described as engineering. Meera resumed creative writing in 2011. Her poems have since appeared in Every Day Poets and Flashquake. Her prose has appeared, or is forthcoming from, a variety of places, most recently the Washington Pastime, Every Day Fiction, and Flashquake.