17 September, 2010

Carpool Combat

Riding in the backseat of a misunderstanding, tuning out the screaming by gazing out the window at the stars, all the distant city lights...


In here, the air stings

Trampled needs resurrecting

Outside: the quiet

12 March, 2010

Disappointment

I make your mistake.
Your disappointment in me
Betrays your remorse.

18 February, 2010

The Kiss

Maybe a bit cliché, but the experience felt significant. I was stressed out at work the other night, trying not to show it because the store was full of customers. A little girl, probably three or four years old, walked up to the register with her father while I was hanging some T-shirts during a rare slow moment. She was wearing one of the pink floral kid's rain coats we sell. Her dad asked if she could wear it out of the store, but he hadn't removed the tags. So I said that would be fine and asked her to step around the cash wrap (she looked up at him to make sure it was all right and heard him repeat my instructions before she obeyed). Then I scanned the bar code dangling beneath her left armpit as she held her arm straight out in the air like I'd showed her.

Afterwards I stood up to complete the transaction. I expected her to run back around the counter to rejoin her dad. Instead she stayed there with her arm still out to the side, looking up at me like she wanted something else. "Your rain coat looks gorgeous," I said, not knowing what else to do. Children know so many mysteries I've forgotten and can't regain that I often feel intimidated and awkward in their presence. But like the rest, she wasn't interested in anything I thought I had to offer.

"Kisses," she said quietly, raising her left arm higher toward me and lifting the other to match it. It was neither a question nor a demand. She just believed that if she asked, it would happen. I was jealous.

"Mandy," her father whined, trying to get her to stop bothering the nice cashier-lady. He glanced at me apologetically.

"Oh," I said, "I don't mind. You've been very patient, Mandy." I got down on my haunches and hugged her upper back while she wrapped her clammy fingers around my neck. The plastic coating of her jacket crinkled against my ears. Then we let go and I bent my face closer so she could touch her lips to my cheek. I felt as though the longer I left the spot alone to dry, the more of her peacefulness would rub off on me and help me through the rest of my shift...

* * * * *

The world stopped for me
To stoop into her embrace.
Kissed by innocence

14 February, 2010

Number

Whatever happens

(Piece of a piece of paper) -

Not a wasted night.

08 February, 2010

Weekend in your shoes:
Easier to watch you trip
Than to walk the line

02 February, 2010

Left?

Tonight I helped a customer who reminded me WAY too much of an old friend. Way too much. Same face, same eyes, same posture, same sarcastic sense of humor - only less audacious, which I realized was a huge part of what I missed and loved about my friend. I never quite know how to feel when that happens so I usually end up feeling several emotions at once: sadness, nostalgia, anger, joy, melancholy... I guess that probably means I haven't yet let go. But then, I sort of wonder whether I should let go just yet. As sad as it feels to miss _____, I don't want to forget the times we shared, either. Those times comprise some of my favorite memories. You know, the ones that still make you laugh out loud seven years later?

Seven years. Can you believe that?

Not what I'm haiku-ing about tonight, though.

* * * * *

You couldn't believe
What I couldn't leave unsaid.
Where does that leave us?

01 February, 2010

Dress-Up

What I told my coworker when I...

* * * * *

Wore a dress to work:
"Feel crappy enough without
Looking that way, too."

31 January, 2010

?

Where are you hiding?
I checked all our meeting spots
Around town - no you.

30 January, 2010

Girl behind the glass
Still ugly despite make-up.
The bathroom mirror

29 January, 2010

It's Just One of "Those Things."

Turned you down before.

If invited one more time,

I might say "OK."