to where the darkness falls
wrapped in nothingness
inside of an unmarked tomb.
One grave belongs to my cat, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
The other is a grave in New Orleans
It’s funny how these places where we leave our dead remain the center of our lives for so long- we visit them, care for them and as time goes by we leave them to their new homes and say how beautiful their resting place is.
Besides: They have a new family among the dead.
Maybe we stay away after a spell because we’re jealous of that.
I will be honest.
Daily Post: Center
Her lips were full
her breasts were plump
her laugh rang like bells
No they are preserved in wine and smoke
lush in a memory
where the colors are too loud
in a picture on his shelf.
Daily Prompt: Lush
Now days when something goes wrong, we hit Ctrl-Alt-Delete- or we pull the plug and reset.
Back in the day- we jiggled it.
We jiggled electrical cords, Rabbit Ears ( google it ), we jiggled our loose teeth and the handles on vending machines and with the right touch you could jiggle a pinball machine and score points. We jiggled the dials and buttons on our TV sets and phones.
We even jiggled the loose change in our pockets.
Jiggling use to solve a lot of our problems.
Those were the good old days.
Daily Post: Jiggle
I wanted to capture the light like colored glass
twinkling like stars from a sea of concrete
baking under the Sun, shining back up at the sky.
I wanted to capture the light and shine
from the shadows where I live.
Daily Post: Glitter
” I liked you better, ” my Dad said to me when I was a teenager and we were arguing about something- which was odd because I wasn’t the type of kid to argue, which when I think back on it is what probably made him even angrier- ” when you were small.”
” And I like you better when I don’t have to be in the same room with you! ” I shouted back.
Later on the freeze was still on and my Dad said as I walked by, ” You know, you used to wait up for me to come home from work. I’d look in at you and your eyes were always opened. Even when you were a baby.”
I couldn’t imagine being that sweet and adorable. I couldn’t imagine that I had ever really felt affection for anyone at that stage in my life.
” I hope I NEVER have kids. ” I snapped.
I still wonder what went through my Dad’s head when I said that- if he remembered it when I told him I had planned on adopting my stepsons because I had no plans to ever have any children ‘ of my own. ‘
My Dad and I weren’t close as I grew up but in the last 6 years of his life I actually started to like him I enjoyed spending time with him, our talks about science .
He was actually a wonderful Grandfather.
So I hope he didn’t think about what I said that day.
I’ve done enough of that for the both of us.
Daily Prompt: Baby
” I don’t see the color of you skin, I see you. I see Anita ” some of my white Progressive friends have said to me.
” I’m not a racist, I hate everybody. ” some of my Republican friends have said to me.
” I’m tired of standing here and helping you feel better about your narrow views that you keep in your narrow little boxes buried deep in your narrow little brain ” I want to say to them. ” Who do I look like, your Mommy? Your dog? Some other creature that loves you unconditionally no matter what falls out of your mouth and lands at my feet like some giant gross booger?”
But their words slur together – like musical notes- waiting for their standing ovation when they are finished.
Daily Prompt: Slur