Silence. Silence. Silence. Turbulence. Seatbelt. “What would you like to drink?”. Silence. Announcement. “Chicken or beef?”. Silence.
All the questions. All the information. All the refreshments… were not bringing me a mile closer to where I wanted to be. I was suddenly angry at all the flight-time pleasures I’d been grateful for two planes ago. Three hours to go and I had never felt further away — like the aircraft was flying backwards. The calm around me was exhausting my patience; the fact that no one seemed to feel the anxiety that I did. How could they sleep so soundly…
My easiest person to love is Odie.
If you know her, you’ll love her too.
Odie smiles at me in the dark.
I mean in the dark, dark.
Odie is smart, she’s soft-spoken,
She’s wise. She knows everything.
Many years ago, tragedy visited.
It found me hiding in the business that I normally mind.
When I could take no more of it,
And when my cry for help lay asleep in my mouth,
She stayed and listened as I said
Much of nothing.
My lovely friend sat where I sat and told me I was alright.
I was innocent…
A Love exists,
that digs so deep into your heart,
You wonder if it will meet an end.
A fullness surrounds your mind,
That rubbishes the need for food and water.
And light, and air.
Attached to this love is a pre-approved sacrifice,
Ready to be executed
Even though danger’s still far.
There is a dream.
One you piece together yourself.
Glued in place by well wishes and prayers.
Brighter even, than the visions a girl has of her wedding day.
It is more intoxicating than the wish for a restful old age.
It is natural and pure — of course, it is.
She walked up the three steps in her green nail polish
And paused in drama,
Allowing the sun to worship her from head to slipper-tips.
When she bounced in carrying nothing but the sunglasses on her face,
It seemed like a triumph, that her boyfriend of six months was finally rolling her boxes into his house.
“I will make this place glitter and shine,” I thought she’d said,
“And smell of nothing but my class and wine.”
* * *
Every morning, for the last three months,
The one-person-richer house has sent greetings of laughter
And freshly baked pan-cakes to…
Temperature constant at 41 degrees for three days straight.
Something is not right.
There is 23, 650 francs under the mattress, 5000 more in the right pocket of the purse, and 13,000 francs is owed to her.
The nurses are stern, but not unkind:
They will treat her son even with a deposit.
She is strong enough to carry Cham to the hospital,
But even if she isn't, Pa Firewood will not mind giving them a ride in his wheelbarrow.
If they run fast enough, they will arrive at the clinic in 40 minutes. …
I have recently begun to enjoy the sunset.
I don't see it, but I love its presence.
Why won’t I?
It is indeed the easiest part of my day.
Many nights, I refuse to reflect.
Instead, I wonder what the clock likes;
What bribe will work,
And make it stop for me.
A new day, a new start
— well, not in my life.
My days continue from where the last gave way to sunset.
So you understand why the first thing I never do in the morning is smile.
Noon sits at the center
Of a heavy awakening…
Too many angry people around.
I edit my social media posts,
More carefully than I edit my school papers.
Everyone is bitter about something.
We’re not really sure what it’s about,
But they are way too generous with their rage.
Social media has not been social for a while.
Signing up now is placing yourself
On an untold battlefield.
You will fight for your reputation.
Or your peace, or your sanity —
All things we absolutely, definitely, most certainly, do not need to fight anyone for.
But we do.
Or we are uncool.
I object to this,