Rain on Friday falls gently

Meeting the beefy woman

the downstairs neighbor

of someone i once visited

who still wears a sweatshirt

with pandas

whose cat died this past week

and did not see a chance

to get a replacement

who showed some interest

in the culture that celebrates

something different

than she

who simply found a shop opened

when  i  had assumed

all were closed

who married a man

from Africa

who remained silent

and once gave me a pencil

so i could leave a note

for the neighbor

upstairs

who i knew

who made me turkish coffee

and showed me films

about street children

in Istanbul

who said she suffered

from anxiety attacks

but travelled three times

a year back to Istanbul

where her lover

the father of her son

who attended school

with my son

made movies

about people that sniffed glue

and cried and felt bad

but did it anyway

like he who said he suffered

in the Turkish jail

being Kurdish his crime

and now had two women

he had spent his nights    

between both places

going back and forth

in the public transportation

because there is not enough

love to go round

and because  they both agreed

and meanwhile i thought

who is paying for them to live

in subsidized apartments

the taxes people who work

pay

or people that marry them

and find them too violent

to live with

or maybe the answer is

that there is not enough love

to go round

and the woman in the panda

sweatshirt will only have just one

cat now

and when she dies

she might never get another

but maybe she will surprise us all

and you never know.