20:27
Friday night
Still out of milk
Met with God, my roommate and I
worked through some familiar fears
reminding ourselves about our dignity
Putting on mascara side by side
She’s cooking Mexican,
mediating prenuptial misunderstandings
Alone at peace at 40 miles an hour west down
Solitary parking space on level three kept just for me
Live Cuban tunes hug my shoulders as I cross the street
Same place, another time, I’d sit myself down, have a Pink Martini.
21:09
Lost in Bono’s teenage memories of
“Because my definition of art started with:
you put your hands under your skin, you break your breastbone,
you rip open your rib cage…”
Determined to dedicate my blood to the word
Asking strangers for the time at the Angelika
“…If you really wanna write, that’s what you ought to do.
Are you ready for that?”
Chilled beers beg me to take them along for the movie
I opt for a hotdog
and a cherry red cupcake with whipped cream on instead
Bloody Bible belt.
23:52
Credits roll over the
Rowan Atkinson quotes Solomon as the music begins.
Leaving last
tarry in the darkness a minute longer
Dreading reality outside on the sidewalk
I pass a Muslim father walking five steps ahead of his wife
She tightens her black silk scarf beneath her lifted chin
Her young son holds on to her bright orange cuff
Solitude screams when she looks me in the eye,
wordless exchange, I search for the moon
Almost completely full, but not quite yet.
“Desire comes out of wanting what is yours,
and still wanting it even if it’s not there, but it is not envy.”
Good night to U2
And we still have no milk.
3 comments:
It's great to see that you're posting again, Leani! Keep it coming....
I've found that the "Belt" loosens after a few beers. :)
something is happening here though!I suspect God is getting tired of the box He's been stuck in for some time...
may we do His Name honor with the priveledged education He granted us here at DTS!
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