Shopping loudly, she says, “why don’t you pick out something for tonight,” his consolation prize for interrupting her Saturday ritual. He pushes, she tosses, he means well, she doesn’t. They head towards Checkout.
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WordPress 2011 Blogging Challenge
April 22, 2011
Rush hour Amsterdam hurtles past the sidewalk Via Dolorosa. Jesus-plus-cross pause for the light, followed by round women in pastel headscarves, chatty congregation, a green minivan with bungeed, dirging loudspeakers, and three cop cars. Advent shepherds promoted to Easter centurions slap pavement with their whips scattering pigeons towards Golgotha and West 100th.
April 21, 2011
O Shopping Tourist, your money goes much further than mine, so please cut your entitled ass in front of me in line.
April 20, 2011
An inconvenience of tourists straggles around the reservoir double fisting the maps and cameras, “seeing” all of New York.
April 19, 2011
Eating to remember is a burden of old tastes – electric can opener sous chef presides over three-bean vinegar monstrosities – but all I see are money-egg hunts with the cousins, racing towards slivers of plastic neon peeping from the truck tailpipe, and uncles snoring in seersucker suits in the recliners, full of fried chicken and coconut bunny cake.
April 18, 2011
Sidling up to Bob Dylan’s loquacity, cowed by his humanity, my cowardice, I am mute.
April 17, 2011
Pale moon pie in the field could be a snow bank it’s that recent, the cold, but it’s just a cloud, white flat in the rain ditch, dotted with stubble birds.
April 16, 2011
Eyes cocooned in water patter, puddles’ inverted braille intones a subversive squelch, taxis hiss missed curb, indignant toes swim laps.
April 15, 2011
103: “I always get fucked in there.” Sp’ch’nge, Sp’ch’nge, Sp’ch’nge….
104: “You lookin’ the wrong way.” Misschanj?
105: “Look at the green, papa!” Help-a-change-help
April 14, 2011
Through squinted eyes I spy tulip leaves luffed on the pistil.
high-heeled sneakers 