Spending time with a group of women is often fun, occasionally challenging, but almost always what my soul needs.
What You Missed at Bachelor Night
after Brad Aaron Modlin
The episode, of course—that thing Jenny C. said that made Amanda R. cry; that windy kiss in the helicopter, headsets bonking together like middle-school braces, the crumpling faces of the rose-less women. The homemade sourdough scones Evie baked because the day stretched on like a blank ream of paper, begging to be filled. Dina dissecting every bulge and blemish of the gorgeous women on-screen, holding a pillow across her belly. Rachel, starry-eyed as the leading man validates each woman parading her traumas in a bid for connection, imagining her own husband’s hand on her thigh as he asks her how she feels, really. And the whispered confidences after the final rose— the thorns in the flesh, the shards of glass under our bare feet. For some reason, we do not say I want to be with you because I am lonely. Instead, we turn on a show and gather at its plastic altar in exchange for those few moments before we slide our feet into slippers and walk out to our cars in the snow.
I first heard Brad Aaron Modlin's poem, "What You Missed That Day You Were Absent from Fourth Grade," on Poetry Unbound.
The poem has really stayed with me, but I didn't think of writing a poem this way until Brinn Bagley encouraged her Substack readers to write a poem in the same style. (Also, if you don't subscribe to Brinn's newsletter, you definitely should).
I have been going to a weekly Bachelor watching night for the last few years, and it has quickly become apparent to me that I don't care all that much about what's happening in the show---I just need an excuse to get together with friends, especially now that my kids are in school and I don't have playdates as an excuse. Spending time with a group of women is often fun, occasionally challenging, but almost always what my soul needs.
Please note all the characters in this poem are not real, although some of them were inspired by real comments. :)
This poem was first published in Issue 22.
I loved this one.
Love this poem. So good!