“You’re a crook,” the fellow said,
Sat, and rested hand to head,
“The prettiest crook I ever did see.”
“Who’s the trouble? Who’s the crook?”
His head came up to look,
his brown eyes met the question asker- me.
“…This girl,” he barely breathed to say,
for speaking took his breath away,
as if the word was tart.
“Well, what’d I steal?”
My eyes turned teal,
And brown eyes said,
“…My Heart.”
I adore Spring.
It throws me into a romantic frenzy, and the list of things my heart wants to do goes on & on & on.
Learn French. Practice what I’ve learned on my cat.
Watch “Fantasia.” The centaurs, and the Russian flowers. Oh, my little ticker.
Wait for any sign of green. Grass, mud, moss, and flowers.
Light jackets, and more bows.
Cuter breakfasts, and pastel toe nails.
More mix tapes, and less mittens.
Cotton.
Cotton everything.
Everything is cotton and nothing hurts.
Cadbury eggs.
Easter dresses, and hand written thank-you notes.
Spring means change. Simple, lovely, perfect new beginnings.
Printemps, Je t’aime.
I can’t wait to twirl outside again. In bare feet, and a sweet curve on my face. Smile. It’s the second greatest thing you can do with your lips.
Waiting for sunshine…
Summer weather, Cupid came, hung a heart upon his door,
I wonder if she felt it when his own beat twice and met the floor.
It’s such a simple story, he loves her, and she doesn’t know his name,
So Cupid, darling, this time, please work on your aim.
I get your fluttering, must be fun, it leads to many a lover’s oath,
But next time you come flying ’round him,
Dammit, Cupid, hit them both.
Soon it will be a new year. Mmm, January snow. According to Peanuts characters, it’s much tastier.
Did a shoot. The snow thought she was swell.
I must hold it close, and not let it melt too fast.
December, I do adore you.
The tree lights glimmer as I sing a song titled your name,
And all the faces on the street begin to look the same.
‘Cause everywhere I seem to go, your face is all I see,
A smitten thing, I whisper softly,
“Happy Birthday, Me.”
Of all the handsome faces in my life that have passed through,
I love to tell my Christmas tree, my favorite face is you,
Of all the bold, and bashful boys, of all my heart’s contenders,
You’re my favorite,
You’re my Happy,
You’re my best December.
Love Robots:
He will be blue when he wakes,
Like shades of ocean and west earthquakes,
He will whisper, “You love me. Thanks.”
We will be like jack and sally,
Holding onto hands,
Laughing at our robot voices,
As we’re singing into fans.
It was sunny outside. 43 degrees.
I wore a Christmas sweater at 1:00 in the afternoon, editing photos, replying to emails.
Under a duvet cover.
I love my job.
I ventured to a table where neglected mail lay. I put my headphones on.
I noticed an envelope jutting out of the pile.
Ah, serendipity.
It was a letter.
Perhaps the only letter he’s ever written me.
I walked to the kitchen sink, with “Red” bouncing off my ear drums.
I opened the letter.
I read a simple sentence. Only three words:
I laughed out loud.
Then I cried.
Naturally.
This kid knows me all too well.
It’s actually rather brilliant.
Man, I missed him.
Enclosed with the brief note, was a newspaper clipping.
It read:
From Whitefish Montana’s Flathead Deacon:
8:40 a.m Someone reported watching a Land rover that could only be described as “British” drive off the road and plow into a gate.
1:40 p.m Reportedly a woman renting property on Twin Lakes Road made her own creative property line with surveyor stakes.
6:22 p.m A woman on Eagle Drive threatened to shoot the neighbor’s barking dog. She was advised to not shoot the dog. She responded that she would call 911 every time it barked. She was told not to do that either.
4:03 p.m Someone reported a house fire on Third Avenue West. A deputy discovered steam pouring out of a dryer vent.
10:06 a.m. Someone in Lakeside reported that a previous renter stole his TV, a few bar stools and a bench.
10:34 a.m. Reportedly, people were setting up camp and starting trash fires behind a vacant business in Evergreen.
5:21 p.m. A man on Foys Lake Trail complained that a cat has moved into his garage. Apparently it attacks him and has eaten all the cat food.
2:10 a.m. Someone called in to talk about a “very small, tiny pony” that hangs its head down like it doesn’t feel very good.
9:29 p.m. Happy horses ran free on Middle View Trail. They were collected and taken home.
7:26 a.m. A man on Foys Lake Drive captured the cat that had moved into his garage uninvited.
9:49 a.m. Someone in Evergreen claimed that a woman drove through a parking lot with her brother perched on top of her van. She then stated that the woman pepper sprayed him and called him “crazy.”
1:13 p.m. A “sober” Whitefish man claimed that he went to visit his impounded vehicle today but was turned away by an employee who said he was too intoxicated. He explained that he considers the employee to be an “enemy.”
3:01 p.m. There was an incident in Evergreen involving a woman with “wild hair” and Bud Light pants.
5:45 p.m. Reportedly, some boys in plaid were getting sassy with a Lakeside resident.
9:42 a.m. Someone in Evergreen reportedly saw two men hunting in the woods behind the old Walmart.
11:14 a.m. Dogs in Bigfork were barking.
1:53 p.m. A woman on Mission Trail heard cows “crying” and coyotes howling. She felt unnerved by what she heard and hoped a deputy might check it out.
2:40 p.m. A Somers woman saw a loose dog and called in to talk about it.
4:21 p.m. A wheel fell off a vehicle on Fifth Avenue West North.
1:26 p.m. Someone in Hungry Horse wanted to talk about their granddaughter’s bad habits.
2:08 p.m. A man on Ezy Drive called in to complain about a rabbit infestation. He said that the neighbors have between 30 and 40 uncontained rabbits and admitted to using them as target practice.
3:08 p.m. An Evergreen resident complained that a bobcat wearing a halter was in their yard acting “growly.” They were hoping someone would come get it.
4:21 p.m. A woman was chased down Lakeside Boulevard by two vicious yellow labs.
5:42 p.m. Someone saw a man stumbling down Shady Lane and assumed that he was intoxicated. Apparently his car ran out of gas.
8:02 p.m. A Whitefish woman reported that her ex-boyfriend walked from his trailer to hers and unsuccessfully attempted to kick her door down.
8:32 p.m. A woman claimed that she told an Evergreen business owner not to drive on the grass at the old Walmart but he did it anyway. She took a picture of him in action.
9:21 p.m. An Evergreen woman reported that her intoxicated husband is out driving.
10:10 p.m. Another woman called in about her husband’s drinking and driving habits.
5:42 p.m Someone on Jackson Peak Drive found a “little sack of crack pipes.”
…This was, without a doubt, one of the greatest things I have been given.
I love getting mail.
Nutella on toast,
Is the thing he loves most,
And I think about him all the time,
His ollie,
His hug,
His debonair shrug,
Or the magical fact that he’s mine.
When he paints the walls blue,
And there’s salt on this place,
I smile, and ask, “Why so sad, sailor face?”
I mend all the holes in his shadows,
When he breaks up the pavement and dances,
I wear his sweet love like a bow in my hair,
And I’ve given the kid many chances,
He’s too far to notice,
Too soon to reveal,
And I’m too November to feel.
There was this one time…
a song found me.
It was perfect.
I remember hearing it for the very first time.
I sat there listening to it, staring at my computer screen. For six minutes. Six minutes of perfect, pure instrumentals that made my heart smile to the point of splashing contentment all over my face.
5:51.
Vocals.
I threw my hands out, crying, “Mmmm.” As loud as you can “mmm.” and pausing the music, gathered myself for a moment before entering back into the beauty that was that song. My eyes teared up a bit, not streams mind you, just the sort of mist that aesthetically appealing things can do to me.
7:39, and it was finished.
Now, this doesn’t happen all that often. The kind of song that finishes, and all I want to do is listen to it over, and over, over. Everywhere I go.
I wanted to share it.
Was my utter infatuation over-dramatic? Was it not all my soul found it to be?
I wanted to ask someone.
I wanted to share it.
But with who?
The thing is, I didn’t have that person.
NOT one.
I couldn’t think of ONE, SINGLE person who might enjoy that song as much as I did.
Even my closest, musically inclined friends, just didn’t seem to make my mindful cut.
Because the absolute worst thing in the world for me is to share something with someone, and it doesn’t matter WHAT that thing is- book, movie, song, poem, picture, painting, saying, metaphor, trinket, or thought…
And have them…not…understand.
For them to see it, take it in, and walk away, going, “Meh.”
I couldn’t handle that.
Not with this.
And I just didn’t have that person.
…
That person just wasn’t there.
And it sucked.
