our love was like cheesecake
a lemon one
not lime
your fingers drummed time
sweet and sour moods
crusty underneath
Month: December 2018
Monday Random: compromise
A reprise of a Monday Random post from 2017, which applies directly to the wounds of this past weekend, real and imagined, and no, I will not explain that right now. Thank you for reading.
- I make my husband happy when I don’t talk during the news even if something makes me want to monologue
- He makes me happy when he watches one of my old movies and doesn’t complain about the sound or the lame sets
- I go to every Star Trek movie, sometimes on opening night
- At some point he stopped saying things about my family that were sore spots
- He went to the church I picked
- I make pizza ten times more often than I’d ever eat it, and I learned how to make pizza crust like a New Yorker
- I learned how to make cheesecake like a New Yorker though I could go the rest of my life without eating it
- He’d rather the mayo not touch the cheese on a sandwich, and I respect that
- He reads all my manuscripts and gives honest feedback
- I’ve been going through menopause for…
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what you say
what you always say
never satisfied
hurting with you
sharing
what is mine is yours
and yours
is also mine
even the ugly
but let’s put
a band-aid on that
and some word salve
it was not accepted
anymore
this new kindness
she had learned
but she never felt guilty
about tossing handfuls into the air
like choice chocolates
generously
some were caught
and melted on waiting tongues
others trampled
he was never
she could not
they were old now
and they had
forgot
opening one hand
then another
trading places
trying on
one another’s
shoes
Are You Thrilled 