Thursday, December 22, 2016
Little Pinky Winky
He was super-cautionary
in his saying, lest he
injure sensitive friends.
But Deirdre stiffened when
he referred to a town councilman
as Little Pinky Winky...his socialist
tendencies--mostly.
"What my parents called me and
I hated it!"
Then she went on to hint that
Carl knew that, and was making
fun of her."Why not? Everybody
else does!"
But he assured her, merest
coincidence.
Went on to assert that in the
infinite universes, somebody
was saying Little Pinky Winky
right now.
Deirdre didn't want to hear it!
Accused him of repeating those
words just to injure.
He promised he'd never utter
those injurious words ever again!
Too late! Slammed the door in his face
eventually.
And in his infinite universes, how many
millions of doors etc? At this instant!
I'll stop; he's tiresome.
And she's done with him forever!
No great loss to either?
Now now, we’re called upon to be more
tolerant in this single, imperfect world, yes?
Labels: childhood name, couple, hurting, infinite universes, nickname, oversensitive, pet name, thin skin
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Sides Of Coins
-He calls me Baby!
-What’s this? Forties noir flick? Sam Spade to
some blanched apprentice whore?
-I like it!
-What does he like? Have you shown him the
fanged feminist yet?
-He has seen--ahem!--all of me! And it’s not bad.
-Question of time!
-Yeah? Well it’s all on my side. It’s love love love!
-Stupidity in thirds!
-The total package!
-Yet another apostate! No matter: We go on!
-Hey, Seneca Falls a tremendous town, but you can’t
live there 24-7!
Labels: "Baby", Elizabeth Cady Stanton, feminism, film noir, pet name, Romance, Sam Spade, Seneca Falls Convention, Susan B Anthony, women's rights
