Sunday, September 27, 2009
"Well, you know that guy I like?"
"Yeah. I want to lure him to me, so I'm setting my trap."
"Elaine, he's not a mouse."
"I know - though he does that thing with his nose."
"He still doesn't look like a mouse - his face is the wrong shape. He looks more like a chipmunk, with those chubby cheeks. So, what's with the cheese?"
"What? Chipmunks don't like cheese?"
"Elaine, he's not a chipmunk! And I think they eat acorns or something."
"Those are squirrels. And I know he's not a chipmunk. But everyone likes cheese."
"I'm still not seeing how this trap is supposed to work."
"Oh, I invited him over for a 'study break.'"
"Did you use those air quotes when you asked him over?"
"No. He's going to be here in about fifteen minutes, though, so you should probably go."
"Elaine, do you really think presenting a plate of cheese and crackers is going to make some guy fall head over heels for you?"
"I didn't say anything about crackers."
"And I didn't say what he was going to eat the cheese off of."
"Okay, I admit it, that trap might work."
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Blue-green, aquamarine water
sifts and coils
in its’ own intricate dance
that I have no choice but to follow,
my tail entranced and constantly moving.
of the incessant journey,
and my voice often warbles
as it drifts in the air,
luring sailors to lean over the sides
of those small wooden vessels
in which they expect to safely traverse the ocean,
all too often falling over,
into the water they realize
they don’t want to be a part of.
I don’t pity them.
They had a choice,
and they chose to make the ocean
a large part of their life,
rather than using spindly legs
to run from the life-sucking water
as quickly as they can,
breathing in gulps
of thin, largely salt-less oxygen.
My weariness remains –
I have no options –
yet I am strengthened –
through anger –
who have the chance to do almost anything,
and far too often,
do nothing at all.