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Old WillowThe old willow down by the landing holds your face in its twisted branches. I know this because I sat there and studied and studied while I told the lake good bye.
I knew it was your face because the branch was broken from too many years of spring-boarding friends into their futures. The willow and its branch were always left behind, and after one leap too many it sagged to the water to spring-board no more.
I saw a young man nestled there in the branches, his hands clasped behind his head and his right ankle propped over his left knee. He was listening to music and watching the sunset and if I had known your face was there I would have looked for you to smile. It made you the same, in my mind. If I had seen your face and you had smiled I would have waited for that young man to climb down your trunk so I could wrap him in my arms and ask if you felt the warmth. It was chilly, and I know you could have.
I didn't think to look for your face after the young man was gone and I'd had too mu
Double dippingWe were at Wendy's and I was facing public humiliation. I knew from the way that she leaned with one elbow on the table and one eyebrow arched that I would be punished. That eyebrow was ready to pounce.
She was glancing pointedly at my hand, which I was using to lid a paper ketchup cup.
You won't let me use your ketchup?
We were in the back corner booth of the restaurant, the one that wasn't visible from the counters or either entrance. I was in trouble because when she dipped her french fry into my ketchup cup, I'd snatched it from her and immediately eaten it.
That surprised her.
Her ketchup cups were empty, and she tried again. And it happened again with another french fry, her with the dipping and me with the swiping and eating.
That annoyed her. That's when the eyebrow went up.
Because I double dipped.
It's impolite to double dip. Spreads germs, disease and whatnot. And I knew she didn't like sharing germs. That's why
Quit busyShe got up every morning and sat around and waited for the day to begin until nightfall, when she gave up and went to bed.
She lived for the first but when he was too busy she played with the second and when he was too busy she was alone. There was a third, once, but she'd killed him slowly and drained his blood until his heart beat empty and when she was done she smiled and called him friend. He was no more, which left the busy first and the busy second.
Flat words on a flat page, she muttered to the orange stain on the counter and put her shoulders into the scrubbing. She needed to be more than a place holder, and more than flat words on a flat page. If she couldn't exist on her own terms, in her own time, then she wouldn't exist at all.
So she quit.
All-night rightWe knew how to do the all-night right, with the windows down and the music up, on a blanket in the grass in the front yard, idly wondering if we'd be shot in the knee-caps during a drive-by. Back when we added ly to endings and called them adverbs and snickered when we used them because it was wrong on purpose; we knew the rules and that let us break them.
I love you muchly, was our unsung anthem.
Butterfly EarsHelp me.
I could see it in her eyes just as plainly as I used to see God speak words in my head, back when I thought God cared enough about me to speak.
She was curled on the side of the road, flattened down and doing her best to be invisible.
What was that? He slammed on the brakes.
It was a dog. It was obvious. But she was on my side. The car was reversing with the same deliberate care as when we'd passed a deer and I begged him to turn around so I could look at it again.
She was flattened, curled into the ground and doing her best to be invisible.
Is she dead?
No, I saw her ears twitch when we passed.
And then he was speechless. Not from shock or surprise, because we were never surprised by what people would do. His mouth hung open as he stared at the dog and frantically thought out his next words while I, the flighty angry wife, waited for him to say something stupid.
Should I try to catch her?
He didn't answer me, which m
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