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"For the sound of a broken heart,
Crack a joke."

-A.E. Stallings




Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Continuing the Thread

Well, there's something I forgot to mention when I got carried away on my soup box over rough drafts and what not. I forgot to mention what I've been doing with myself when I'm not writing and/or geeking out. Todays segue is that I am employed! Queue victory dance! And I have been employed for over a year now, which has contributed to my procrastination with this blog. If you've been with me prior to my lapse in posts, you will remember my love of baking, cooking, etc. so I hope that you find it as fitting as I do that I am now a cake decorator at my local grocery store. I love it! ...And will continue to love it once I am over my work injury.

But anyway! I decided to tack this on because something funny occurred yesterday with my boss. So, I was finally able to move into my new apartment--last minute, but hey, it did happen--but in order to do so, I needed yesterday off from work. Now, keep in mind that I have been on limited duty due to my injury, so I haven't really been decorating, so imagine my boss' chagrin when two cake orders were taken for two cakes that she absolutely loathes doing... she called me, asking me just how I got a mountain and a melting lake on the Frozen themed cake. In reality, what she was asking was for me to take pity on her, which I did--don't worry, I'm not that self-sacrificing; I did laugh a bit--and I went in for a couple of hours to do that cake, which also turned into my doing the elaborate Pixy Hollow themed cake we have, as well. Even with a few injury related bumps along the way, my boss and I had a few laughs, and our customers walked away happy. It was a good day, especially since I also got into my new apartment! A day of good karma, so thanks universe!

Moving on! I know that I loaded a heavy-esque poem onto this blog yesterday, so I thought I'd share a more light-hearted rough draft today--Disclosure: light-hearted in terms of my own work now that I read over it first--and, as always, criticism is welcome.

What if.

Hi.
Names aren't important-
Or, at least, not yet.
For now, I'll be your Jane
And you can be my John.
Would you like to try an experiment?

Five minutes--
the timer starts now:
We're lovers.
My heart skips a beat
A rat-a-tat-tat
Over the sight of you.
And desire is a warm blush
that steals all words from us
And I can taste you on my tongue.
I can smell your shampoo on the pillow I awoke upon this morning.
Your hands are a familiar weight that raises goosebumps in memory.
You enrapture me, set my pupils to expanding--

The timer buzzes,
a burn burn burn
Over the loss of us.
We're strangers
And my heart thuds in anxiety
A rat-a-tat-tat
Over the meeting of you.
Uncertainty is a warm blush
that steals all assurances from me.
We speak in inane manners
For I cannnot find the words.
I only smelled my own perfume on the pillow I slept upon,
And your hand is an unfamiliar, passing weight within my own.
You puzzle me, set my mind to racing--

What if, what if, what if.

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