The Parts Cleared Away

Sorry, Administrative Assistant — The Future seems to come up a lot lately. We’ll move to L.A., my brother says, when it’s time. Everyone including me will go, but what if I don’t want to go to L.A.? In ten years, we’ll revisit your dog’s possible arthritis issue, the surgeon says, but who knows…

I also irritated Jake Gyllenhaal. — I used to suffer from foot in mouth disease. Not the real disease. I just didn’t know when to stop babbling, and insert foot in mouth. The other condition I suffered from was stars in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I was talking to Harvey Keitel on Myspace, but…

I hated school, but it’s now a ghost walking the corridors of my mind. — I never liked the classroom. I never liked sitting at that desk, trapped, forced to spend time sitting there, attempting to learn when I didn’t care what I was being taught. It meant nothing to me. …

Thrifty Words 100 #72: Fear — The surgery was on May 23rd, and the left side was killing me. At least, the bandage stayed in place until I saw the surgeon on June 7th when she removed the bandage, but I still didn’t want to look at the scar. I’m used to scars, but looking at…

Thrifty Word Challenge 100 #71: & 50 #92: Fix It — There are alternate realities out there, where I’m dead, and in one of them, he killed me. To this day, I don’t know how he knew that I was at the supermarket with my mother and baby brother. He obviously didn’t drive, or maybe he did. I don’t know. What…

Or have some of us already moved there? — Wrong Place. Wrong Time. It just sneaks up on you. You could be taking a walk, hanging out at a bar, or just walking up to the front door. You blink, and your life changes forever. You try to remember, or you struggle to forget. Maybe, you’re fortunate not to…

Trigger Warning: This poem includes Animal Cruelty. — Somewhere along Landon Ave., I parallel park. My feet led to a white door with a golden knocker, and I knock, allowed entrance into a home disheveled. We are all trying to make ends meet, and I felt his pain. I was not spared from the burden waiting outside. Satisfied, I was about to leave when the…

Sometimes, I still feel this way. — When I’m stuck in the office space, I don’t want to be bothered. I just want to do my work, waste my time doing it, and then go home in hopes that I still have energy left to write. The job I have today is very draining, but it’s not…