Tuesday, February 13, 2018
The Woman Out of Phase
Simple enough. Noon=Midnight.
She keeps her habit of phoning her
late night friends, but they’re
working.
And, of course, no one will go to
lunch with her.
Then, one even stranger day, she
goes to bed at 11 AM, wakes an
hour later. Refreshed! Ravenous!
The phone rings. It’s Carl, back from
a two-week sales trip to Oregon.
He wants to treat her to
The Sunday Monster!
A fancy, if excessive, breakfast
brunch at the local Sheraton.
When she comes up for air enough
to listen, he claims “Hey! I was BORN
out of phase!”
Labels: habit, phase, time, variation
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Phasing
The pleasure
of her company
subsumed by
the pressure
of her calumny,
both move on.
His despairing of
such a vile bitch.
Her delighting in
universes
target-rich.
Labels: bitch, calumny, phase, relationship, target, victim
