A Metaphor's Looking Glass

Each bite of cake tastes better than the last. It has since you made it for me, since we made it for me. Every bite of cake reminds me of what was lost tonight. What has been found. What decisions are stupid. We are not getting married, but I wrote my vows. I keep asking questions, but you keep telling indifference. I know you are afraid. "The night is dark and full of terrors". Winds howl. Just one release. Just one promise fulfilled. Was history too dark? Did the hue match the future too closely? Why must you chime at 9 am? I think our frolic years are past. Passed. I believe it is a time loop. A no way, not this day, never again frame of mind. I think I can't choose to enjoy, but not on my own either. I can't and I can't and limbo beckons because where else can I find what is so terrifyingly ideal? Except that one bit. The scary part. That hydraulic, compressed part that breaks us for its ambivalence. I don't like that part, it is a loss in every cate

My house is small. It’s a studio in an older building where they have been testing the fire alarms, replacing the roof, and screwing steal grates over our fireplaces because some people are stupid do not fully understand the care and maintenance that goes into functional chimneys. They’ve managed to carefully space out their projects to lull me into complacency before they commence more banging and beeping. I start to feel comfortable in my own house again; I start to leave the deadbolt open. They wait, standing there unassumingly, frozen like little sepia statues whose eyes follow you no matter where stand. It’s a construction thing I guess. And then, a new project begins, or the neighbors get a new dog, and my serenity is ruined. You know what is not a construction thing ? Looking in people’s windows when they are cooking breakfast naked . It’s not like I was making bacon – I wasn’t. I was making muffins. Delicious, home cooked, very-sexy- healthy-housewife muffins. With p

​ Today, I am proud of America. Did you see what happened last night? Did you see people's passions spiral when they spoke intimately with one another? Did you see them, first scared, then angry, then sad? Finally exhausted, did you see them dream? Did you see the night when the entire globe reflected on what it means to be an American? Did you see those same dreamers wake up this morning to fortify their values? Did you see them concede with aplomb, and celebrate with humility?