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The Wee Three

4 Dec

He stands in the doorway, framed by light that dared to slip in ‘tween the slats.

He moves closer and I can smell his shower gel.

Leaning in, he whispers the three words women long to hear: “Your coffee’s ready.”

I sigh happily, sit back against the pillows, and know all is right with the world.

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Joy in Cozy House

14 Nov

They gazed at the soft, perfectly-formed bundle lying on the bed, so new to the world.

They smiled. They cooed. Bringing it home was the best thing they’d done.

They held hands and lay down, staring up at the ceiling in thrill and anticipation.

And that, my friends, is how the Tempurpedic mattress came home.

Five And Alive

7 Dec

“It’s nice knowing you,” he said, as always, simple and heartfelt.

And her smile spread slow and wide.

Turning down the lights, they climbed under the covers, sporting blobs of Vicks and night cream (respectively); the Boy and his Missus shook on it and kissed, and congratulated themselves on 5 years of good old-fashioned lovin’.

Speak Not Of My City

11 Nov

I speak not of my city

Not because prettier climes lure me

I speak not of my city

Not because I forget

I turn away

Face another reality

Willfully rejecting the one

That sees my back.

In these ways and all moments, I

Silence the pain

Bury the longing under pillows

And sit on it.

Your Friendly Neighborhood ‘The’

22 Sep

The streets of the South Bay are littered with them, lying forlorn and agape by the side of an open drain, watching me as I drive about my daily business. Occasionally, I’ll stop, pick one up and add it to my Bag of Definite Articles, to donate to yet another person who habitually drops them.

That Heart Part

18 Jun

She sat alone in the car, mopping tears that sprang when she heard those lines.

“Every place I go, I think of you; Every song I sing, I sing for you.”

Then she busied herself tidying up her face. Wiped clean, sniffle-free, composed.

Wicked stepmothers can’t be seen missing little souls not born of them.

 

Flash

25 Mar

In bed, he was a brute. Not nasty, he just didn’t realize his strength. Which is why I’m particularly touched when he wishes me on every birthday and Nourooz, taking care to include the names of his wife and son. Wait, how could I know how he was in bed? It happened on the floor.