Monday, 24 October 2016

Blinded


my hand trailing listless in your wake              
no real difference between a choice and a mistake
the stars led me everywhere but gone

if I could I would ask you please     
I would shout it to your stones and rivers and trees

what were we doing here
how could we have been so wrong?


Sunday, 23 October 2016

Isolation

I could hear the three of them talking in the kitchen.  His sardonic voice matched his pictures, which did nothing to bolster my nerves.  But there was no avoiding it.  After taking a deep breath I forced myself to crutch into the lion's den.

The three of them were seated at the kitchen table, drinking coffee; when they saw me their conversation came to an abrupt end.  Hawk beamed, and David smiled, but Jesse just stared at me as if I'd sprouted wings and a horn on my forehead.  “Here she is,” Hawk said, like he always did.  “Come join us.”

I made my way over to the table.  David pulled out a chair for me, directly across from Jesse.  “Megan, this is Jesse,” he said.  “Jesse, Megan.”

“Hello, Megan,” Jesse said, but he was frowning.  Unsure of what that meant, I produced only an indecipherable gurgle in return.  “She’s a shy girl,” Hawk told Jesse with a chuckle.  “We haven’t coaxed more than a few words out of her yet, but we’re working on it.”

Still frowning, Jesse replied, “Maybe she just can’t get a word in edgewise.”

“Very funny,” Hawk returned.  “But, go ahead—see if you can do better.”

“I’m sure I can’t.”

“Well, this conversation won’t help,” David put in, and turned toward me.  “Would you like some breakfast?” 

I shook my head. 

“I’ll make you some tea,” Hawk said.  As David kept an eye on his elderly father, now filling up the kettle, he remarked to me, “It’s not easy for a female to break into a household of males.  All we can do is hope that Jesse will find himself a wife and give you a sister-in-law for company.”

Jesse rolled his eyes.  Alarmed for some reason, I blurted out, “I’m sure I’ll be back in Madison soon.”

David went very straight.  Hawk, too, stopped what he was doing.  But it was Jesse who said, “Why would you want to do that?”

“I have to finish school.”

“You can do that here,” David protested.  “That’s right,” Hawk said, “our university is excellent.  Jesse teaches there sometimes.  With your grades I’m sure you’d have no problems getting in.”

“Of course not,” Jesse said.  “You can’t go back to Madison by yourself.  The weather there is terrible—it would be impossible for you to get around in winter.  And you wouldn’t have anyone to help you in case of emergency.”

“There are other disabled people there,” I argued, choking on the word ‘disabled.’  “I could take the bus.  And if I were in trouble, my friends would help me.”

“Those friends will not be reliable,” Jesse retorted.  “You need people around who you can count on 24/7.  Someone you met in class isn’t going to fill that role.  Anyway, I’ve been to Madison, and that campus is enormous, not to mention hilly.  A bus won’t be able to bring you door to door to most of the buildings.  I understand it must be frustrating to have to start over somewhere else, but most of your credits will probably transfer.  Your life has changed—you need to change with it.”

I lowered my eyes, afraid that any moment I might start screaming or crying or both.  Your life has changed.  He made this pronouncement so matter-of-factly, but I was the one living it, not him.  Anyway, just because he was my much older biological brother didn’t give him the right to lecture me.  “I want to go back and finish my degree,” I said.  “I’ll be fine.”

My pronouncement was met with total silence.  Amazing how these three men I hadn’t even known a year ago felt  they had the right to make my decisions for me.  “Well, that’s nothing we have to worry about now,” David finally said.  “Let’s just concentrate on your physical therapy for the time being.”

“Excellent idea,” Hawk agreed.  I thought I heard Jesse snort, but I couldn’t be sure.  All I did know was that I had just been patronized in the worst way possible.


Saturday, 22 October 2016

Saturday morning


And in your heart and in your heart,
listen...
I keep everything in the graying sky as I
wait, locked outside --
the deep freeze will be quick.
But I don't mind.
To be warm is a lie I lost
the reason to tell.

Friday, 21 October 2016

Happy Hour

I waded through the throng of yuppies gathering for their evening cocktails at Sophie's, already irritated.  How was I ever going to find a seat at the bar?   Louise knew I hated meeting her here after I’d finished playing receptionist for the day, but somehow I wound up in this yuppie hell at least two days a week.  Eight more weeks and I’ll be back in Madison, I reassured myself.  Then this crap summer would be just another memory.

As usual Sophie’s reeked of cigarette smoke and expensive perfume.  The visuals weren’t much better: in December the management stuck a massive white Christmas tree decorated with ceramic doves in the corner, while the rest of the year it housed travelling art collections arranged in bizarre patterns across the wall.  The weirdness of the art only added to the suffocating “happy hour” atmosphere.   Happiness could not have seemed further away, as office workers flocked to meet their upper-level management soul mates and usually ended up sad drunks instead.   I qualified for neither of these groups, yet here I was.  Again.


Nothing

I remember how something could
break every word you spoke,
make you sound like you were
choking.

I would watch your face as it
disappeared
at least one million miles into
the stratosphere,
your voice drifting alongside
like a bullet that has no mark.
Shot stray into a crowded night.

And the light halted against your back,
as you danced that frantic ballet 
suspended midair
because the floor bottomed out years
before.

Now as I float alone
I remember how I
used to ride in the car,
thrust my head out of
the window.
Because it was spring.
Because it felt good.

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Aftermath


All of the followers had gone, sucked into the girl’s funnel cloud and carried off to god knew where.  What remained lay on the ground, broken.  The restaurant would not be serving again.

I was wondering where Marietta had gone when a dishevelled figure with a lopsided purple hairdo and an old face limped over to me.  We stood and looked at each other for a while, before she said, “You think you’ve won.  But the spell is broken for you, too.”

“I know,” I answered.  “But at least I can live with myself.”

“We’ll see about that,” the witch replied.  She then disappeared, rather against her will, I thought, into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke.


Lost



You cannot keep what you did not
know you would forever 
have to hide.
Forgiveness comes cheaply outside.
In here I stand alone in a
million miles of prairie grass.
The storm is rolling in and I
am bankrupt once again.