Delusions of Grandeur

“She thinks she’s so special,” Scott scoffed.  “Well,” Dirk answered, in drowsy voice, “she does have an engineering degree from MIT.”

“Dime a dozen,” Scott returned.  “Actually,” Dirk began, only for Scott to noisily push his chair back so that it drowned out the rest of Dirk’s comment.  “I’m getting a soda,” he announced.  “Who’s coming with me?”  Joel and Jenson leapt to their feet and followed a few paces behind Scott.  “They better have Pepsi,” Matt heard Scott say, “or there will be hell to pay.”

“He’s a very angry man,” Dirk remarked to Matt.  He then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

November 1991

I see a man
at the top of a hill underneath a tree
I turn to face him
we stand there for a while
the grass is green from the rain
he does not know my name
I turn to him
I open my mouth and nothing gags
he listens
I turn to run I run run run
down the hill my arms stretched wide
I dive between the tall grass
the grass is tall from the rain
he calls for the daydreamer but I am gone
I am back laying in my bed
hating myself for the telling
it is too late
he does not know my name but he knows
there is no turning back

Fare thee well

Where are you tonight?

I see you sitting on the low-backed blue sofa

only a cat could love

complaining about me and 

discussing Jung and astrology in 

the same breath.

I see you you are so unknowable

I hate one person more and that is

myself.

Damage

Debbie had wiry brown hair that could spring out of control at a moment’s notice.  She annually spent what Jonah reckoned to be hundreds of dollars in her attempt to find the perfect hair care product that would make it smooth and soft.  “Your hair is your hair,” he would tell her.  “You should just learn to accept it.”

“But I don’t like it.”

“So you don’t have nice hair.  You can’t have everything.”

Debbie stared at him.  She then turned and left the room. 

Jonah meant to tell her that he, personally, loved her hair.  But from how she was slamming around the kitchen he decided it was probably best just to leave her alone.

Masquerade

I wanted to suffer quietly and beautifully
but suffering is noisy and deformed
it spits on the sidewalk in front of innocent
bystanders and it makes no apologies
it wipes its nose on its sleeve and it whines
for sympathy it licks the hands of the compassionate
it howls over a broken fingernail
everything reminds it that it exists everything
mocks its existence everything convinces it that it
is ugly it is a freak at a freak show it is
the rotting leftover shoved to the back of
the refrigerator and it makes everything smell as
its final biting and weeping vengeance that
it exists at all.

Endings

Despair rose up in me like a flash flood, so quickly that it had almost drowned my heart when I heard a snuffling.  The dog who smelled like cake shuffled out from behind an overgrown bush.  “Are you real?” I asked her.  “Or are you going to disappear, too?”

She cocked her head and bared crooked teeth at me, as if to say, does it matter?

I dropped down onto the ground next to her; the setting sun was hot on my neck.  “It's too warm for you,” I told her.  “You should go back into the woods, where’s it cooler.”

But she wouldn’t move. 

Tiredly I leaned back against the damp, cold ground.  I closed my eyes and I heard some more snuffling, until I felt her fuzzy head against the palm of my hand.  We will be safe tonight, I thought to myself.  Tomorrow was anybody’s guess.   Absolute safety would never be mine to have.  It simply didn’t exist. 

Cold

I remember the glasses now
the dark plastic green with ridges in 
the base the small slim
crystal that held the dandelion
I brought home for you.
I remember the spectacles I broke
as they lay on your bed
it was an accident it was an accident
they cost the earth you said
I never had a chance
god how you hated me
it was only an accident
I remember.