Sunday, June 11, 2017

Beneath the city, two hearts beat...

He never knew her name. He knew only that he loved her.
They met on the dance floor that first night and for the rest of that one long summer, each Saturday night they danced.

She was not young or very pretty.
He was young, and slim and handsome in a way that was somewhat disturbing.

He saw her first. And she noticed him noticing.
It was her eyes that attracted him.

They approached each other and made contact before their hands met.
It was deep and soulful.
They never spoke or heard the music from the room.

He could feel her sadness. She felt his shy youthfulness.
And they met to dance, time and again.

For those twelve quiet nights, they made love on the dance floor.

They became more intimate than known lovers often are.

And when the breezes came and the light changed,
they left the dance hall and never returned.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

tiny slice of my life: dogs and boys...

january 19, 2017

dog rises, bangs on door. dog goes out.
dog steps in poo.
dog bangs on opposite side of door. dog enters.
dog smudges poo from door, through kitchen and living room.
i swear.
clean dogs feet. mop floor. return to bed.
insist dog stays on floor.

boy rises. is dressed and given grapes, watermelon and oatmeal.
squashes grapes and watermelon next to my bed.
i clean.
boy dips truck in oatmeal.
i clean.

i take dog and boy outside.
boy steps in poo. smears on hem of pants.
i clean shoe. i change his pants.

boy poos sticky messy poo.
i clean bum and place new diaper.

boy sticks the feet of woody and bullseye in oatmeal i failed to remove earlier.
dances them all over table.
comes to me with messy toys and insists i clean.
i clean.

i bathe.
i dry and dress.
find poo on my own shoe.

i swear.
nearly cry in frustration.

cannot wait to go to work where there is no poo or oatmeal.