T.V. DinnerInspired by the song “A Distant Episode” by Till BrönnerT.V. Dinner
The chemical odor of the TV dinner fills my nostrils as the soft hum of the microwave swells in the silence of the small Chicago apartment I’ve lived alone in since Pete died.
Straining to move, I shuffle across the stained shag carpet, the thick layer of dust and mildew stirring softly with the gentle thud of my walker.
The arthritis in my hand flares as I clutch the handle of the microwave door, but the accustoming nature of time prevents my grimace.
Easing mys
Post-OpYour muscles tense, your body quivers, you hold your breath with fearful anticipation.Post-Op
Unmoved by your terror, I wrap myself around you,
protecting you from harm.
See no, hear no, feel the steel rods gently coaxed from your legs,
But your elastic skin grips the rods, unready to part, they cry out in anguish as they are plucked, one by one.
The hollow tunnels left pierce through peach, rouge, bone white.
I stare at the gaps in awe, but I am more mesmerized by the mammoth that se
Yours truly, Writer“Babe, that one blew out long ago,” you knowingly tell me as I futilely suck the end of a joint, rolled from the pages of the Holy Book.Yours truly, Writer
I think of the time we, chatting behind Starbucks, enjoyed a cigarette when a van rolled by, and you, panicked, stowed yours behind your back, a thin trail of smoke whispering its presence in your hand. I simply flicked the ash off mine and told the man I couldn’t help him get
to the chapel.
Back there now, I am flooded by the calm in your envy colored eyes, and softe
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