She felt she'd said all she needed to say the torn paper and broken plates had said the rest
in the settling dust that swirled peripatetic in the collapsing corridors of the relationship there was a tiny quaver a voice saying, "you should have seen this coming"
I didn't, and now half my possessions, my frayed cotton shirts and haphazardly creased pants sit on the passenger seat like sullen accomplices as I drive toward a friend's basement so I can get some sleep.
when a marriage fails, sometimes you just need to drive
she stood outside the apartment finger halfway up her nose scratching with her free hand a **** loosely encased in patchy, ***** blue jeans ratty sneakers with holes where her toes and dignity poked through
usually a whiner, a brayer a donkey among gently purring cats calling down thunder and racket like a motorcycle tearing circles through a lamp shop
today, of all days, she swayed
silently in loose waltz time to soft piano of a long-dead Frenchman curling down from speakers mounted in windows across the street
her misshapen hips and flexing calf muscles lifting her up in a rude en pointe somehow made elegant by a quiet ballad, a soothing moment on a hot August morning in Main Street of the hinterlands.
the marriage of people I know, and music I only think I know.
one more click a button pressed an ocean of toner evaporates line by line by line
the hand that presses the buttons connected to the brain from the word go twitches, trying to remember: the muscle memory of sliding knives into delicate ******* of chicken uncorking expensive bottles of wine to drink, to cook with to bandage bleeding fingers cut to the quick by misplaced motion of chef knives remembering the gossamer touch of the sous chef who said, in her northeast Philadelphia sing-song applying Bactine, gauze and several different types of pressure
"hey, at least we aren't dying in cube-farms, right?"
the blood pours in the past, but now the bills are paid the stain, long wiped away, still remains
inspired by whatever daily **** keeps you from experiencing what you'd rather be experiencing