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Pick Me!

by Lionel E. Deimel

 

For years, she shared a life and bed with you;

Our lives have not been intertwined as much;

Yet, though our days together may be few,

We feel electric tremors when we touch.

 

If fate’s to pick a couple from us three,

Pick me!

 

I didn’t know that you had run away,

That you’d been hurt and weren’t really free;

Perhaps, you have a need to make her pay,

To say you don’t love her, by loving me.

 

But this is what I think your choice should be:

Choose me!

 

I cannot know what life with her was like,

What special bond there was between you two;

I only know that now there is this dike

That’s holding back my flood of love for you.

 

My heart cannot but make this brazen plea:

Love me!


  Red hearts

 

Yet another poem in a female voice (see “Where Were You” and “Be”), “Pick Me!” was inspired by a scene from the ABC-TV drama Grey’s Anatomy.

Protagonist Meredith Grey is a new surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital who quickly falls into bed (and, eventually, falls in love) with surgical resident Derek Shepherd. Derek has a past, however, that only comes to light when his wife, Addison, shows up in Seattle. Derek had found Addison in bed with his best friend. He left New York to begin a new life on the West Coast. The Addison Shepherd who follows Derek to Seattle is contrite, wants her husband back, and is, under the circumstances, comparatively civil to Derek’s new mistress. If necessary, she is willing to grant Derek a divorce, but Derek is surprisingly reluctant to end his marriage. This creates a competition between Addison and Meredith for Derek’s affections.

It is in this context that the scene in question occurs. In it, Meredith declares here love to Derek, and, in a moment both touching and pathetic, she pleads, “Pick me! Choose me! Love me!” I saw this scene for a second time in a retrospective show aired April 19, 2007. (Such shows are seemingly becoming popular with ABC, since they cost next to nothing but can still be advertised as “new.”) Meredith’s pleas seemed like good material around which to build a poem.

The first lines I wrote were in iambic tetrameter, a meter I fall into easily. I found some ideas hard to express naturally in such short lines, however, so I converted what I had written into 10-syllable lines and completed the poem.

I began writing the poem in my head during a five-hour car ride on April 21. I completed it on April 24, 2007.

— LED, 4/25/2007

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