(I thought Genie and I were becoming friends)
I have to go now
Thank you, Rachel, for your help
On Christmas Day
And your understanding now
But I have to go.
REHEARSAL
The anti-virus I installed was a free trial
It just expired.
They say there's a nasty worm going around
Let me update you to the full version
And run a scan on Pinky.
It will take a couple of hours
Maybe overnight might be best
Do you want to just leave it here?
I'll come by later to get it.
Then I pick up the phone
And dial.
PINKY
Pinky sits expectant
Like she understands
My devious plans
As though she invites my hands
To tear apart her files
She smiles
Her musical greeting
As if we're meeting
For the first time
But this is the second crime
I've inflicted on poor Pinky.
Pinky opens up
Like a flower in the sun
Ready to be pollinated
Or invaded, investigated.
This would be so fun
If it wasn't for the dumb reason
I'm committing this act of treason
On someone I thought I knew
While admitting
I don't want it to be true
But Pinky doesn't care.
Laid bare
Like a corpse on a slab
In some damp and spooky
Underground lab
While some freaky Dr. Frankenstein
That's me
Pokes around the guts
To see what I can see
And finds enough useless stuff
To write a cheesy girl book
But Pinky's not off the hook
Yet.
I will never forget the feeling
Like it's someone's heart
I'm stealing back,
Because I thought it was mine
But all the time
There was a piece, a slice
A serving of a smile
That maybe I was undeserving
I find a file, which I unlock
In shock and fear
A file named
Samir.
EXCERPTS FROM GENIE'S JOURNAL:
LAST YEAR
We held hands on the bus
Samir has the softest handsâ¦
â¦He kissed me in the hallway
By the gym
No one saw
My lips are still tinglingâ¦
â¦No one can know
Especially not Dad.
I can't even tell Sarah.
She would be horrifiedâ¦
â¦Samir has this new friend, Khalid
He's an über-Muslim
All praying and fasting and long sleeves
The whole fundy packageâ¦
â¦We were going to do it!
But Samir didn't show up tonight
When Dad came home at one thirty
I had to tell him I watched a sad movie
Because he could tell I'd been cryingâ¦
â¦Samir wouldn't talk to me today at school
He said he had to rush to math
But there was at least five minutes
Until the bellâ¦
â¦I'll never forgive him
How could he do this?
We were so in love.
AND FINALLY
A Facebook message
From Sarah to Genie
U don't really think Sam did it do u?
And Genie's reply
Who cares?
Even Sarah is shocked.
How can u say that?
That's so cold.
He could go to jail!
But Genie is unmoved
He and LA will have that in common.
But privately
In a file it takes forty-five minutes to hack into
Genie writes:
I'm so scared.
I don't know what to do.
What if they DO arrest him?
Or if Sarah finds out?
She'll disown me
For writing those words
I'm such an idiot
Samir just used me
But I still love him
I've got no one to talk to
I wish Mom was here
I wish I was dead.
GRATITUDE
Mom is writing in her gratitude journal
It's something her therapist recommends
When I sit down beside her she shows me
The top of each page reads
my girls
Then the words
three minutes
She always says, when she can talk about it
That she's grateful little Gabriel
Wasn't born dead.
Every page, every day, starts the same way:
My girls
and
three minutes.
He knew his mother,
she says,
heard my voice
He opened his eyes and looked at me
And you two, you're like the two sides
The two ventricles of my heart.
Me, I'm awash with gratitude right now
That the medication is right
The mood is under control
The vomiting has stopped
Because right now, more than anything
I need my mom.
I tell her everything, every little detail
Samir, the condoms even, Genie, the “hate crime”
The unlocked file, the awful truth
And all the while she holds my hand.
And when I finish she knows just what to say
So we have your side, you seem to know
The other girl's side too, her story
Now it is time to talk to this boy.
WHEN A BOY CRIES IN STARBUCKS
It is powerful
And heartbreaking
It is unexpected
Yet vindicating
He is contrite
And begs forgiveness
I wanted to tell you
But I promised her
She was so angry at me
And didn't want anyone to know
It wasn't serious
We were just kids
It was only last year, I say
Have you grown up so much?
We didn't do anything
Just kissed a couple of times
She seems to think you planned
To go all the way
She wanted to; I didn't
I was very confused last year
You're still confused aren't you?
No, not about you; I love you.
BUT FIRST, MY LAWYER CALLS
What a joke our justice system is
When charges are traded
Like baseball cards
I'll give you misdemeanor, suspended
If you give me hate crime.
Hate crime, it seems, is valuable
It gets media, it gets cred
Whereas pinning a sex crime
On a sixteen-year-old girl
Is starting to lose its gloss
They think I know something
And are willing to deal for information
My Lawyer thinks public opinion
Has turned in my favor
But David's father will be disappointed
If he had only asked two hours ago
I would have happily turned them both in
And let God sort them out
But boy tears and reflection
Changed my mind.
There is no anti-Semite thug
Just a mixed-up girl
Who one hour ago I might have hated
But now I pity
I know how it feels to love Samir.
HONESTY
After all,
Who am I to judge?
Neither of us realized
What we did
Was considered criminal
After all
She and I
Are not so different
That's just the sort of stupid thing
I would do
After all
We both love the same boy
But he only loves one of us back
I think; he could have used us both
After all.
SORRY GENIE
Sorry Genie
But I know it was you
I recognized the way you write your
e
I read your journal
And made copies of the files
Sorry Genie
It's best if you don't make a scene
I'm telling you before anyone else
Except Samir, he knows
But I think he suspected all along
Sorry Genie
I lied to you about your laptop
I needed to find out the truth
Because I knew Samir was innocent
You understand
Sorry Genie
If we hurt you
I didn't know you were ever with him
He kept your secret like you asked
That's got to be worth something
Sorry Genie
But we're both so deeply in trouble
If someone asks, and they will
If I know who wrote those words
I have to tell them.
THE LOOK ON HER FACE
Could launch a thousand ships
Could cleave your heart in twain
Could make a grown man cry
Could raise the dead
But nothing could prepare me
For her reaction.
When hell freezes overâ¦
To the ends of the earthâ¦
Until the day I dieâ¦
And something about the end of the universe.
THE OFFICE
Volatile
The three of us
(Because Samir witnessed the whole sorry scene)
Are sitting in the office
The principal wants our stories
And, of course, Genie goes first
Confident
Samir takes my hand and whispers
This is going to end badly
Then we kiss, tenderly
Until the secretary clears her throat
Samir puts his arm around my shoulders
Defiant
I imagine noosing Genie
And pulling the knot tight
Because I know what she's doing
How she is twisting the truth
To suit her situation
Impassive
The principal emerges
And speaks in clipped tones
To the shocked secretary
Please ask security to escort these two out
Behind him, Genie stares
Triumphant.
ODE TO LAWYERS
When you have a lawyer
You can skip the nasty parts
Like being arrested
For stealing a laptop
They can phone you
When you're on the bus
And break the bad news
They can explain the new charges
Without sounding impatient
That you've screwed up again
You can say things like
I didn't steal it, she gave it to me
And leave out the part about tricking her
And when you say
What if I just leave town?
They can't tell your parents
They pretend to be on your side
And charge $250 per hour
To listen to you sob with frustration.
You have someone who knows everything
And who will maybe understand
When you decide to run away.
SAMIR'S BROTHER
My love
Have I told you about my brother?
My father likes to pretend
He doesn't exist
My brother
Is older than Hala
By three years
Ten years older than me
My brother
Remembers the shelling
The house being torn down
Things I can't remember at all
My brother
Didn't want to marry
The girl my parents suggested
He didn't want to marry any girl
My brother
Lives in New York
I think he will take us in
If you don't mind that he's gay
My God
Of course you don't mind
You are the only one
Who accepts everyone as they are.
PACKING
It feels like only days ago
I packed this stuff
I'll start again
I told myself
I'll start
Again
Again
I'll start
A packed bag
A promise to try
To stay out of trouble
A train ticket east
Two train tickets east
And a declaration
Of true love
A dream
Escape
Us
We
Need
Each other
A few clothes
Long-sleeved shirts
A vintage dress I wore once
A pink dress
Appears, resurrected
I threw it away
And yet
There
It is
It is
The dress
I tried to leave
Like the part of me
That refuses to conform
I hope they like it in New York.
THE PINK CHIFFON DRESS
Mom thought it was from the '60s,
Maybe the '70s
I found it at the thrift store
By the soup kitchen
I liked how soft the fabric was
Like waves of pink cobwebs
And I liked that it had long sleeves
And a high neck
Because I hated to show too much
I loved the bright color
And the way it moved
When I twirled in the fitting room
I liked how bold it seemed
At the black and white ball
The girls in their little black sheaths
All collarbones and pushed-up boobs
And me a fluffy little pink flower
Glowing in the slag pile
Though I don't remember dancing in it
And there are no pictures of me at the dance
Just an elusive memory of some excitement
Some kind of scene that Mom and Dad
Were not happy about (what's new?)
And nausea because I got so drunk.
It's a little loose now
I've lost some shape
From stress, maybe
But it still makes me feel powerful
Feminine, strong, safe and
Like myself again.