Anne Beatts (February 25, 1947–April 7, 2021)
I pitch a sketch
“No, that’s not funny” you say “What else you got?”
Then you have more wine
I have more wine
We all have more wine
In the early aughts the drug of choice had mellowed into fermented grapes, crackers
and cheese
Your west hollywood home — our creative core
A child bursts onto the scene now
A fully formed human — walking around, owning the world
Owning you
you are smitten
Your heart expands to greet her
You are side by side,
always side by side
You will get to raise her
smooshed faces for
endless selfies
Reflections of tchotchkes
books,
Panatone filled christmases
Each year I will touch your Emmys for good luck
And after so much living
It will still feel like not enough
For all of us left behind
