Come On, Now
8 quality degrees
raisins
0* F ICE
Bears Win
Bears?
Win?
Earsbye
Chewbacca
Silent Night
Not so kozy in the Korner
The iceskaters are like commuters
Hellbent from getting from there to here,
missing the fact that their going in a circle.
But, the price is right with skates,
Mary Ellen schlepped them on the EL and thinks she’ll wake up with bruises on her shoulders.
We check them in the mirror this morning and they are fine.
I tell her “It’s because of the cold. Your body doesn’t bring the necessary red blood cells to the surface when it’s this cold outside. There are internal priorities that even nature follows.”
She looks at me quizzically, running her BS radar..
“But then what about my shoulders? Aren’t they dis-serviced by this misguided change of bodily plans?”
We look at each other in the mirror, I nuzzle my nose down around her shoulder, kiss it, and smile.
“Nope.. they seem okay to me.”
“Yeah?” she says. “This coming from the guy who thinks all Barry Manilow songs sound the same.”
“Won’t you let that die?” I say, half-seriously.
“Nope.” She says.
We agree to disagree, and it’s one more toothpick shaped body of seperation that will lead to the eventual complete seperation of life and experience and loves.
We know this.
We’re okay with it.
We share glasses and toothbrush holders and toothpaste.
The sun still rises.
The sun still sets.
We pay our bills. and we find and lose love.