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He loved watching her doze on the couch-in front of the TV
Or on the recliner across the room with a book in her lap.
She worked hard, he knew. Sleep would overtake her before she was quite ready.
Or maybe she was ready-maybe she liked it this way
Surrendering to fatigue in the living room.
Her head would loll to one side or the other and the dark bangs she twitched at incessantly would be free to cascade over her cheek.
He would allow his gaze to stroke her face
Her cheekbones-high and handsome
The tiny nose with the little bump on the bridge that he didn’t quite understand.
She could have that fixed-but it did impart character
True beauty was not sterile perfection: bumps and tweaks were fine.
Her lips-slack and slightly parted
Past the tiny dip between her collarbones
To the gentle rise of her breasts.
Watching her doze like this-in the light of the front room was almost better
than watching her sleep in bed-
Where in the dim glow of the clock he could trace the outlines of
Of course, she undressed in the bedroom.
He could not believe that he had found her-
That she was his and his alone after such a long and lonely journey.
At times like this he considered himself the luckiest man alive.
He heard a door open across the street and pulled away from the window.
He easily slipped deeper behind the hedge and moved toward the back of the house.
It was a dark night-especially in the back.
He could spare some time to wait at the bedroom window.
Hopefully she’d be wearing the green pajamas.
© TDR 2013
I was standing on the hood of my car-
A four-wheel drive Japanese wagon that they
Sold the Hell out of in the 80’s.
This one was white with new muddy footprints and size 12 dents
On the hood.
It’s two a.m. I yelled
-The shank of the evening!
Though I didn’t know what that meant.
Just that I’d heard my old man say it.
We have to rally men! I yelled, my schnapps bottle drained.
-We have to head deeper into town to follow the glow!
Nobody wanted to get back into the car.
Upstairs, a window opened.
-You best shut up and get in the house now or I swear to Christ I will sell that car tomorrow!
The posse snickered and I remember smelling weed.
-You assholes go on home and leave him be!
Up the street came a cruising black and white;
No lights, just assessing…
Someone in the crew coughed
And they all melted into the darkness.
I was alone
-marching in place on the roof feeling it sway and buckle under my clomping boots.
The hawk settled on the uphill corner post of the grape arbor;
Furthest from the house-closest to the feeders.
A Sharpshin-smaller than the Cooper’s that was here yesterday-tight, erect and watching.
From behind, his head darted left
-came back right
And when I tapped the glass of the second floor window
-around to me
Tiny yellow BB-eyes measured me, saw no threat, and went back to scanning the yard.
Just posturing now-
-the feeders abandoned
-the branches bare
Any chickadees, titmice, cardinals or finches scattered when he winged in.
Or were buried so deep down in the yews that he’d never get them today.
Even the sparrows, grackles and doves-dependable meals-were nowhere to be found.
Mr. Sharpshin hopped from the post-glided to the top of the garage
-one last survey
And cracked hard right
-off into the woods.
The feeders were busy again in ten minutes.
How long till he figured that out?
Although a large portion of the American media—including “liberal” outlets like NPR—continues to abjure the word torture, the release of the Senate’s summary (the report, of course, is classified) seems broadly to have cemented in the public mind that the United States, in the immortal words of one particular winner of the Alfred Nobel Guilty Conscience Dynamite Prize for Achieving a Certain Notoriety in Global Affairs, “tortured some folks.” In fact, it appears that we tortured, raped, and murdered them, but what is the saying? You can’t make an omelet without breaking into a grocery store in the middle of the night and smashing the dairy case with a golf club? It’s something like that, anyway.
This is all pretty straightforward, but America is a post-moral society, and therefore no obvious evil can be condemned without the palliating piping-in of Drs. Efficacy and Outcome. The principle pushers-back are those ineradicable voices pestering…
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