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TRYING BEDSIDE MANNER
MOTHER, MAY I:
Sitting in a waiting room, my mother is concerned looking at me so sympathetic you can barely question why I would be oh-so distraught.
“Barrels” in my mouth in a claim, “Methamphetamines…”
“Mom, I didn’t know… I thought it was given to the soldiers during the war to ward off hunger… I thought that it could keep you awake and even alert when worn down… I thought it made snakes think you’re a snake… I thought that if I used it my skin would heal no matter what. You told me I had all the potential in the world and I missed everyone so much when I met a man and situation worse than Karl…”
She replies and that is when I try my bed-side manner.
FATHER -
“This is all I have ever wanted for you; the ministry, the fellowship, the fondness for responsibility, the fulfillment in accountability but you couldn’t see it before.”
“I thought it was unobtainable, and I just couldn’t figure out why.”
“Well, now that you have made it here. What do you think it was?”
“I don’t think I can say so myself. It may make more sense to have others explain it for us while we are both present so that we may mind our manners. I learned this lesson myself at a ball game we worked, learning the wage even before your time and it is such a learning curve that I just cannot even-”
“Alright. What do you think everyone will say?”
“I am unsure with no assurance they may understand
as they were not present for what we have lived.”
“…but they were there. They have to know something.”
“That’s fair. I think I need someone to explain why I need a minute. We have to speak to each other in two separate rooms while you can hear me and I can hear you but I cannot see you but still allow us both to enter the room if they let us… and only then because my heart is weak.
Someone yells, “IT WAIVERS!”
Let’s Play Ball
“I don’t wanna be a homewrecker.” sombr plays on Pandora and the quest has come to sight. The vision is possible. That is the only reason that I am able to write it at this point; there, that. Them. Again. There they are back to haunt me, “like no other.” Lyrics from “Lush Life” comes on next to find that the day has ended just right because it, itself, was right.
Sis comes out through the air means by psychokinesis encouraging me to write my heart out. Just like at a screen I know well that looks a lot more standard to something proper with a database software program running through a POS without a problem in this time period, except… it does not exist anymore, it is gone. Poof, just like that. In thin air. Building and all, gone. “Out of business.” But I’m not. I hear a suggestion from sis, ‘But I am not.” I just don’t want them to win. Not this time, not this fight. Not again. This time…
it’s my turn.
Let’s see, “I just want to let you know that you are being served by a volunteer at New Life Battered Woman’s Shelter and any tip you give would help our program.” I couldn’t remember it to save my life or maybe only to save my life could I paraphrase it and botch it… just like any chops. The whole time I am confident until I did not think I would have to go through training for a position again until I realized the crowd… boy, am I awkward especially with those types of “sit-chi-ations.” I almost immediately realized the purpose though, even more awkward when you realize someone’s heart and soul as someone you once knew but cannot recall to an exact memory. It is all nostalgic, for the most part.
The moment I actually realized it, I guess you could say I wondered what a predator or perpetrator would feel. Unfortunately, it did not feel so hot after he left because he was only a little boy to me. I even felt awkward calling a little girl, little girl. Must have something to do with the purpose in the pay too, how about all of it?
“Anyone want to take me to the ball game was the thought for every heart in every seat...”
LAUGH OUT LOUD, JUST KIDDING; it is amazing to see the next generation, especially when you consider how hilarious it is to be around people that you have grown to know. It is not what they thought, everyone. This town knows better. I am just this way myself. The boys are looking at the girls shameful, as the actual word that comes to mind – that is. Hint, hint. Mind who is helping, there is no help here. I just cannot even. I definitely could not with myself when I grew up on a child and my snarky remark made me sound like the creep, maybe me think, ‘where is their survivor home?’
“Men, should we address your victim statuses and arrange a…” see, I have issues now with jokes. I think I met some people who have met me but do not know me very well…
The company that is kept can be found in words that become key. “You know what I mean.”
“Careful everyone, I remember enough.
I will tell you all the truth at the same time too.”