His smile gave it all away, he was beaming with joy. “Throw it all in the dumpster,” the manager had ordered when the company he worked for delivered new cubicles and panel systems, and that’s when my husband spoke up and had asked if he could take them instead. Before the day was over, he had written permission, stating he could take all the cabinets and worksurfaces.
After the tussle—or would you call it
a clash?—we stitch the torn uniforms
you men bring home.
Little needle, glint and glide …
no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
In October 2009, during a time when the American economy took a nosedive, and people were being laid off by thousands and thousands every day, we lost everything. Our home, our jobs, our friends, and ultimately the city we had lived in for so many years.
Why do we make our beds in the morning, if we slip right under the same sheets in the evening?
Every morning in boarding school at 5:30 a.m. Sister Theresa opened the door to our bedroom, she cheerfully wished us GUTEN MORGEN before she drew back the curtains and opened the tall, old windows as wide as she could, even when it was snowing outside.
Working From Home
I remember the days when I’d speculate
That working from home would simply be great.
No need for the car, the tie and the suit,
No need, ever again, for that daily commute.
I heard a Doctor on TV saying at this time, when we all are forced to stay at home, we should focus on inner peace. To achieve this we should always finish things we start. Now or never! Time to finish old projects and calm down by doing so.
Stay home, they say and I do.
Don’t stress out, they say and I try.
We are in it together, they say
and I know they are lying.
We live in an older community governed by a homeowners association. In order to build an add-on structure such as a pergola, I have to get a detailed building plan that is compliant with the city codes. I can’t just say that I need a pergola and get the project approved.
I wish you could talk to me. Yes, you the damaged table and the old chairs right beside you. Tell me where you have been. Who made you and where do you come from? Who owned you throughout the years and what did you see? How did you like your life so far and now in up in age, would you like to be brought back to live on?