selling your soul…

an enterprising
young antique dealer
arbitrarily
decided
to stop
and
visit several folks
in
aunt bea’s
neighborhood
he was
talking
at
aunt bea
when
i arrived
he
said
you realize
that
all the things
you’ve cherished
these
many years
will
just be
boxed up
and
sold
so
why not
reap
the benefits
of
these treasures
while
you’re still here
aunt bea
politely
smiled
and
said
hon
that’s
just
what
i’m doing

avoidance…

words linger
beneath
breath
poised
like
alley cats
awaiting
their prey
nothing
to
say
it had been
a long
day
and
they were
passed
words
nothing
he had said
nor
she had said
had been
heard
for such
a long time
only
the occasional
sigh
broke
the silence
of
the dinner ritual
a ritual
carried out
as if
some ancient
tea ceremony
to
revive
inner peace
but
these moments
of
reflection
merely reminded
each of them
of
what
not
to say

sugar…

if
you can
have yourself
some sugar
in
the morning
it’s best
in bed
but
if not
then
surely
before
you walk out
the door
for
it sweetens-up
your whole day
and
takes
the bitterness
right out
of
sour tasting things
and
when
you get home
have
yourself
a little more
cause
there ain’t no
health problems
i know of
with
kissing
the one you love