Friday, June 03, 2022
Woman died in tortured sleep,
then forgot.
Since mini-fridge in garage needed cleaning:
new rags already inside…alongside bottle
of Hawaiian Noon?
Too, Boy-underpants, fresh from film, with slit
holding feather duster: Sorta object d'art?
Husband expires in pileup on I-4 two weeks ago.
Phoning? Of him? She's too busy dusting.
Sips the coconut drink after, sitting on crates.
Wonders...legs wide in PJ bottoms...how live now?
Space-tshirt wonders also...
but NASA things.
Labels: chores, death, renew, widow, Woman
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
2959
-Never saw a place where
all the modules died at once.
You'll hafta move out, and
Jeremy, Max and the gang
replace everything.
-Thought that was easy. Old one
out, new one in!
-In theory yes, but comparability
issues. Be a few weeks before
everything straightened out.
-But where...? I don't have..."
-You’re in luck. My sister has a
vacancy. Real old-fashioned!
Not a module in the joint!
And the food!
-Sounds good.
-AND she's a lusty widow--if you
catch my drift.
-Devastated! And then must perform?
-Lucky you!
Labels: future design, maintenance, module, sex, widow
Saturday, December 19, 2015
Presence
Just before Delilah repaired to her little alcove for
The Late Show, she inexplicably opened up about
her former mother-in-law.
The astringencies delivered to a young bride from
a polite mask!
Clint said he'd pray about it.
“You can't have Faith for another person!”
Turning his back, he sunk to his knees, bedside:
"Called Love."
The next month they decided to sell off the retail
operations, concentrate on mail order and net.
Lorna worked in the original farm store, mid the
framed photo of son Hap, Delilah’s first husband,
lounging on the catsup Harley he killed himself with.
The new owners loved her sweet way with customers.
Named her The Tradition.
Labels: bride, business, faith, farm, farm store, Harley, mail order, mother-in-law, net, Prayer, rural, second marriage, tradition, widow
