A Thin Slice of
Coconut Cream Pie
It looks like today will be nice and slow.
Or perhaps better put would be the calm
before the storm. I
know I’m supposed
to be paying attention to something, to
someone. I can never
tell if he’s drunk
or high or back on his various meds. Or
all three. The
procedural act of disengag-
ing has been initiated.
And I am s l o w
with peace. Or pieces
of it, anyway.
The trumpeting phone interrupts and
I misinterpret my disengagement by
picking it up. It’s
I.K. And that is
surprising. We
probably haven’t
spoken in at least a year (maybe
two?). He was
bored. I told him
so. I’m losing this
game, struck
dumb by the (seeming/seething)
politics. And then
the world
traveler shows up, speaking
even faster than usual (my
stomach churning).
The
buzz of traffic in the dis-
tance is no competition.
At all.
I wish that I could take back
everything between then and
now. However long the
gap
that remains I’ll bet it will
stick around to remind us
how much better it always
was. Better than even
a
whole day of wishes.
