Thursday, August 10, 2017
Alone
They decided to separate.
When separate,
taken for each other.
No one could get the names straight.
It was September already.
Would anything, or anyone,
be as equal again?
Labels: equality, loneliness, relationship, separation, time
Sunday, May 08, 2016
Buried
Min and Deirdre ran from the Winn-Dixie
with his plastic bags. Caught him entering
his Focus.
He laughed, and made the requisite
joke that his mother said he'd forget
his head if it wasn't attached etc.
They left before they could think to
ask him of the legend that he had
forgotten his wife.
All too true! They had gone to one of the
Star Wars Epics, and his mind full
of whizzing fighter planes and quirky
robots, he left her in the Ladies' Room
and drove home alone.
She phoned her sister, stayed with her
thereafter.
When he thought of it, he emailed her to
return, but she never replied.
Seven years have passed, and she has left
her sister's to live alone.
The perfect place for such sensitive ones,
he muses, then forgets.
Labels: forget, forgetfulness, marriage, separation, Star Wars, Winn-Dixie
Thursday, January 01, 2015
The Village
“Is This Short Enough?"
When wife Gemma left to start a software shop in Seattle--
relying on the Old Man's money--Rick at sixes and sevens.
A heat wave struck the village and he cut down some old jeans,
modeling them for Marco, buddy.
"You went too far, and the effect is genital. Trying to attract boys?"
"Neither boys or girls. Just...be cool."
"Forever beyond you. Listen! you better get moving! Unless you
want to die an unrequited fairy in this nondescript burg."
The words stung so, he began dating the Postmistress, a stump
enamored of Hollywood romantic comedies of the thirties,
which they watched.
And watched.
Labels: divorce, fairy, friendship, genital, loneliness, relationship, romantic comedy, separation, village, village life
