Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Continuing Poem Series About the Spring of 2006 Continues Like This

April 5, 2006
This morning we had kind of a bad moment

where Bill forgot his keys
and then was trying to call me
from outside the front door
but I wasn’t picking up
because usually
no one calls us
on the land line
And he was stressing out
and once I figured out
what was happening
I felt really bad
for ignoring the phone
and ran out into the lobby
in my bathrobe and slippers
to give him the keys

we’d eaten
for breakfast
and when I came back into the apartment
the pink sweet-sour smell of the rinds and the juice
hit me in a gentle little wave and surprised me with pleasure

image source is here

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