Wednesday, 15 April 2009
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Mom...You Can't do That, in America!
I eat my yogurt standing up at the counter where the coffee brews.
Why? I really don't know...
I like coffee after yogurt. And I'm always late and rushing, so I try to keep not only my belongings in line, I keep my body in line as well.
My Mom comes into the kitchen, shes irritated from battling for the bathroom with my brother.
As she passes by my computer, of course its turned on. She takes a peak.
*gasps* "Wow, what's with the Hasty pictures" [again i translate from Vietnamese]
"eh...that...hate mail?" I said (trying to make sense in Vietnamese).
"Hate mail? what did you do to get hate mail?" my mom questions...she can't ever see me ever making enemies.
Now licking the whats left over from the near empty yogurt off the spoon I walk over to my computer, there was a bloody picture of jesus holding the cross, it was photo shopped with new aged whores in it. "Eh Ma, don't worry about it."
"pstshhh... hunt them down with a machete, damn idiots. Thats not a way to throw religion on someone." my mom says.
I Laughed, "Mom, you can't chase people down with Machetes in America!"
She gives me a blank look, and for a second it made me truly believed she never knew that.
"Mom, thats called Assault with a deadly weapon" I say.
"Blah, everything in America is a deadly weapon." she replies and I can't help but laugh. -
Forever in a smile
It was a sweet gesture
Forgetful moments
That arise when one is rushed
The kids have been dropped off
Fumbling with her keys.
She's in search...
Her smile is unwavering
Fresh like a blossom's bloom
From a long cold winter
I know not of her story
Just for this moment.
I return her gift of grace.
Her name's now on the cup.
Last letter ends with a star
That's my signature for orders
She places her hand on the counter
"I'm so sorry-I have to--"
I smile in response as she cuts off her sentence.
These eyes burn with worry
"your drink will be ready at the bar" I say.
With unwavering grace
She nods
Completion of the gift of paying it forward
As she turns to leave me
Her smile of gratitude stays with me
Forever in a smile
A reaction I'll never deny...
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
To the navy blue sky
The keys are through the front door.It closes behind her.
Barricading the life that happened behind it.
Shoes are off, coat plopped onto the floor.
Bag thrown aimlessly at a hall table down the corridor.
Past the hallway through the kitchen
Her space stares back at her as she seats herself.
The TV is now turned on and an awaiting glass and wine bottle.
Prepped and ready for use.
Her head sinks into the cushions of the couch.
The beauty of her layered black hair hangs from the couch.
Nothing heard except the sounds of the wall clock and her own breaths.
Calm reserved, quiet from the rush of the world
continually moving behold the household's doors.
/cellphone rings
Her eyes open for a second, then closes the next.
The hyper tune of the cellphone continues its rythmic melody throughout the house.
Yet nothing moves.
It beeps one final time,
notifying her of a voice mail.
She rises and pours herself a glass of wine
the TV is now turned off its mute.
And as I leave her in her thoughts.
Everything fades to serene darkness as the day comes to an end
With only the sounds and flashes of light from the screen of the TV
damping the house with life once more.
Because you loved me
Oh, wind of time
Please give back that day’s eternity...
I try reaching out my hand
To the navy blue sky
Hold my heart once more
Before it breaks apart
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