Reminders

After six days of snow, she lost hope winter would end. Each spoonful of Jello, every bed pan, she felt older. She forgot the outside, the dayroom sun. She forgot her daughter brought fake flowers and looked forward to watering them. Even fear slipped away. Then she looked forward to nothing.

Monsters

As kids we played a game with grease on Kleenex. We stuffed them in the mail slot of an apartment downstairs. We’d say a monster ate it, but we knew a lady lived there. 

She never said anything. Still, I never saw her take out any garbage. So I wonder.

Bright Idea

I could change that lightbulb if I wanted. Sure, I decided I won’t cross the room right now. But my will will will eventually. So what if the threading corroded in the socket? So what if it shatters with a twist? It’s easy enough to do — blindfolded, in the dark.

Note: Due to a change in my employment — I just took a job teaching English at Horlick High School in Racine — my posts for the remainder of the year will likely not follow the previously planned theme of “transportation.” Instead, I’ll be posting excerpts creative works in progress.