January 6, 2014 § Leave a comment
Drove 154 home. I simply had no patience nor energy for 9 and knew the grossly impaired motorists would break my heart harder than Monday already had: quitting time was five-thirty and I left at forty-five past seven. As easy as Thursday and Friday had held me was as toxic as Monday had tackled me.
Me: “I feel terribly.”
SB: “Well, thank you for feeling so terribly – nobody else does.”
To a better Tuesday.
January 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
Good work is a gold mine.
The glow hadn’t gone; it stuck around to keep company throughout the weekend. Declining my friends and neighbors, I wanted and kept Sunday to myself in relish of the residual fortune: I had held my own, I had kept my word, and I had physically proved I wasn’t another pussy-footed office-chair pansy.
I hope that construction comes quickly.
And Monday? It still doesn’t exist as far as I’m concerned. But when it does, I’ll have my arms open, slightly still missing the asbestos.
November 12, 2013 § Leave a comment
November 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
Welcome to all wide-open.
I broke up with New York; towards the anniversary of my four (plus plus) years it had become a bad boyfriend. I left a few prints and paintings in the old apartment; I left some furniture, left some clothes. I got out; I made it out – alive. Emergency exits are possible for good reason. The space had served me well – quite well, really, it deserved that credit to its character – but the time had long since come, and I was gone.
Now now now.
Well settled in the state that bore and raised me, the state I love with something so sparklingly separate from novelty, from romanticism; outside the rim of rose-tinted lenses and free from the juvenile sensationalism, achingly obvious and blessedly necessary to one’s late teens and early twenties, I straighten my gaze to the sun, bleeding its final rays across the sky on Summer’s last and bow deeply down to any and all fates involved.
God is good, and you always knew. You always knew.