Peevish

[At Habitat Wildlife Sanctuary; 6pm, 10/12/08]

Even before sunup. The hip-hole in my memory-foamed futon forgets, when I turn, my belly is flat. I sway-back like a horse I once saw, antithesis of a camel. The somnolent brain processes, drifts along with neighbors', fears and questions, rise and fall of breath and fortune. Insurance. Memory of an argument in an exam room, billing codes and money, humiliating. Hours on fine print and still gotchas. Don't wish it on anybody. My employer's plan a security blanket, carefully woven. But adequate coverage is now "gold-plated." The free market solution someone's brain-child, not delivered through the pained body. Last night's moment of weakness, internet dating 3-month subscription, 25% off. The memory foam in my brain triggers my own eye-rolling. This morning's first contestant 15 years my senior, someone I've already met through a friend, but he's forgotten.

Well, off on a walk in the woods...

Comments

[Dave]

Lyrical writing, at any rate! I don't think those of us who read 3rd House Journal regularly consider you in the least bit forgettable, FWIW.

Quite by coincidence, I just decided to take up your challenge from 2 weeks ago and write a bunch of blues haiku beginning, "Woke up this morning..."

[dale]

Beautiful writing, Leslie. God, what a life, eh?

[Leslee]

Thanks, Dave. The prior encounters were forgettable no doubt due to utter lack of connection. Loved your blues haikus!

Dale: Thank you, and you can say that again.

[maria]

Oh Leslee ... what a wonderful post, even if the experience that prompted is not. Hope the walk in the woods was restorative!

[Mouse]

Dear Leslee. I hope that your walk in the woods was healing...

[Leslee]

Thanks, Maria and Mouse. It was a beautiful day in the woods. :-)

[Ernesto Priego]

Ah, another example of beautiful writing, Leslee style. Thanks.

Taking a walk in the park always lifts my spirits, even if when the season is pure melancholy...

[leslee]

Thanks, Ernesto! Nice to see you here. :-)