How I Knew Harold Poem

  • Mom's pregnant

    Mom's pregnant
    Around 1953 Mom tells the family she's pregnant. My brother bounces around the living
    room with a pillow on his head wailing "it will change our whole lives!" This story
    is recounted each year around my birthday.
  • Singing

    Singing
    Around 1957 Dad and I sing My Darlin' Clementine every morning on the way to school.
  • Butcher Knife

    Butcher Knife
    Around 1962 my brother feels like scaring the hell out of me and chases me around the
    house with a butcher knife. I hide behind Dad's suits. It smells like Old Spice.
  • Grandma

    Grandma
    Around 1963 Grandma gives me ten bucks for learning the times tables.
  • Mom's Radiant

    Mom's Radiant
    Around 1964 Mom colors her hair–starts wearing eye shadow and mascara. She's
    standing over a steaming sink in a pale green mohair singing "Edelweiss." She
    looks absolutely radiant.
  • Woolworth's

    Woolworth's
    Around 1968 Patty Bryant and I run out on the check at Woolworth's.
  • Family Dinner

    Family Dinner
    Around 1969 I tell my parents over dinner that I'd live with a man before I'd marry him.
    Dad says it's unnatural. I tell him to get his own dessert.
  • Sister's gay

    Sister's gay
    Around 1972 my sister tells me and my parents she's gay. Dad says it's unnatural and they
    start arguing. I keep quiet. Mom goes into the kitchen to make sundaes.
  • Moving out

    Moving out
    Around 1978 I leave home to move in with Jack. Dad and I are standing in the driveway.
    They don't want me to go. He's Jewish. Mom packs ham sandwiches and slips
    me two twenties. I move back in three months.
  • Funeral Gig

    Funeral Gig
    Around 1979 my friend Sandy plays taps at a funeral gig, so I go along. I walk up to the
    casket in my boots and fur jacket. I'm checking out the deceased when a woman
    grabs my elbow. She wants to know how I knew Harold.
  • New york

    New york
    Around 1981 we run into your old girlfriend on an elevator. She's wearing black leather
    pants and a tank top. She asks how I like New York. We are all sweating bullets.
    I want to say it sucks, but the doors open and she's gone. We miss our floor.