The Bead Loom, Part 3

“Have you seen your evaluations?” Margaret’s boss sat across the desk from her. Margaret had a lot of bosses. Attendings, nurses, the professors, then the directors, program coordinators, this guy. Lots of bosses. Lots of advice. So much advice Margaret almost didn’t know what to do with it. Margaret hadn’t read the type-outs, the attendings…

Leaving Early-Conclusion

I lowered the glass. “I guess I’m just not a wine or blood enthusiast. And I’m sorry, what are your names, again?” “Bad, worse and worst,” Brad’s voice interrupted from behind me. He knocked into my hand, threatening to spill the wine. It’s Brad vs. Bad. “Now that would be a loss, wouldn’t it?” he…

Alllllllllllll aboard…

the struggle bus. This song was written for a friend of mine who uses this phrase as frequently as the struggle bus itself stops. We’re both waiting to get off the struggle bus, in fact. Right now she’s sick at home, and we have a charity show to do tonight. Bleh. The struggle bus continues….

The Bead Loom, Part 2

The phone rang. Margaret started to get up only to realize if she let go of her string the bead work she just did might fall apart. “Oh, tits,” she said aloud. It was probably just telemarketers or Mom calling to make sure Margaret hadn’t gone out. The answering machine clicked on, but not in…

Mum Fell off… Part 2

Mindy watched with deadpan silence as Mom piled a tray with salisbury steak carefully heated in the microwave and pr-emade mashed potatoes before her. Mindy shook her head. “The slink said if I eat the steak, he’ll tip me over and if I don’t get up fast enough, he’ll eat me.” “Tell your friend to…

Leaving Early, Part 2

There was a man in the doorway wearing antennae, large, faux TV antennae. “Are those antennae?” I asked, staring above the other party goer’s head. I mean, I’m drunk but I’m not that drunk. “What?” He turned to look behind him, his antennae swerving through the air. “Does Marli have a vintage TV?” “No, I…

Please burn this Sweater

I met you at an ugly Christmas sweater party You wore a black dress in protest, I don’t recall what I wore at all. But I’m not cool enough to protest Christmas I bet youre the kind who leaves their christmas lights up Hey you, do you? Some people think that’s lazy But I prefer…

Title

Whisper my name When you don’t want to be heard By the table one more over When my name’s the only word You can think of, lover. Speak my name aloud When you need my answer on the phone When you’re no longer afraid When you don’t want to be alone. After all it’s only…

The Bead Loom, Part 1

The attending opened her mouth to speak and Margaret sighed on the inside. The worst question in man’s spoken history of inquiry was about to get asked of Margaret. She faced this line of questioning every 6.5 days. The internal content, the individual components shifted, but de conversation totale was always the same. Margaret must…

We don’t let our boys down by the lake… Part 1

We don’t let our boys down by the lake. Everyone knows it, but somehow this particular young boy got loose with his bike for a ride on a long, late summer’s afternoon. I can only assume he did so without his mother’s permission. Or at least, for her peace of mind, that’s what I hope….

Mum Fell Off… Part 1

My mother fell off her chair at Waddy’s. Which is what started it all. I should say “that” as in “and that’s what started it all” because Mom was an English teacher, and she always corrected kids who used “which” in “that” context. I never questioned her until that moment, sitting with a french fry…

Leaving Early, Part 1

“I’m too weird for parties like this,” I protested, picking at my jeans. They were stiff and shrunk from being washed. My clothes were getting washed a lot these days. I didn’t know how I felt about the constant cleanliness that came with long-awaited success. Mary, my roommate of about four years, replied with a…