December 2009
1 post
The pain. And the realization.
Where did the day go; what did they give me? I would have gotten off the couch, I would have gotten food if it weren’t for this pain, this nausea. They must have hit me in the back, too. I’ll have to limp to the air port and hope to hell I don’t get noticed. Where’s that old jacket? I used to keep some cash and stix in all pockets just in case. It’s been a while,...
October 2009
2 posts
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Untitled
Yellow lights. Green aprons. And each one is a contestant. Small talk. This one is looking forward to her daughter’s birthday. That one will attend. The agent across from me glances up from her book, almost about to say something. I ignore her and smile at the dancing micrographs I am shown. I guess at where they come from, the Chilean franchise? The one on my left smiles at me, “buen...
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Waiting room
The flash of a neck, the curve of an ear and the scent of her; with me, as well. I want to kiss… no, instead I grip Joni’s arm a little more tightly along with a welcoming sigh, returning the unspoken. Her small fingers flatten against my chest, she digs her face into me. She tries not to betray her tears. I will be okay, I whisper, and slide out from the warmth of the blanklet. My...
September 2009
1 post
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Awake
That is the fifth time. It is now 0550. Five hours and fifty minutes. Eyes wide, shut, squinting to design out of nothing. Staring down the one section of the wall that mocks me nightly. There is no outline there, but even in this darkness I see them. The faded outsides. Tonight I get pulled in. Faded outsides now bordering a three quarter profile and green eyes holding on to mine; caring,...