Awful PeopleA Poem by JRHe lay on the cedar floor planks gasping for air like a fish does for water she watched him from across the room filing the rough from her nails life, she thought, was a ledger made of assets and losses; She considered the lake, and the long white boat those silver parties where she’d learned to hold her highball glass just… so… and the way he used to command a room with his pepper hair and his air of knowledge an asset, she supposed; She weighed life insurance he’d insisted on while he now urged for air, she thought about the car that fast little foreign green number without seatbelts and the way he would keep beer in the cup holders and go much faster than the law allowed an asset in her youth, now a loss laying on the floor, like a fish gasping for water; She supposed her heart died early along with his, the space between them in bed a line of demarcation a zone of silence no way to make that an asset other than it was warmer than being alone warmer than he was now, in his slow throes and ligatures; She made calls and scheduled her planner he flopped like a fish once, and began to fall back into the gray she imagined her freedom what it would be like, without him the bedroom DMZ no longer a divide the checkbook only one signature parties where she could impress with her highball glass just... so... she thought about assets, and losses, the red separated from the black; as he struggled to breathe she balanced her ledger. © 2020 JR |
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Added on February 22, 2020 Last Updated on February 27, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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