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| Teri Geahlen |
Sojourn ©2001 by Teri Geahlen -1/31/01 I needed to stand in the snow, Wind-burned face and frozen fingers, Indifferent to the bitter chill, and this Hurt almost as much as making fists in my Own hair and tugging until my eyes water, But looked much less silly. (As though I cared). I need so desperately sometimes. To hold myself out in the rain and wind And to be Right just once in awhile, Correct in my assessment that I'm Uncute and unloveable, and Hardly adorable, and Unworthy. (I wonder, though, if I'd so eagerly Iindulge myself in such exquisite elemental Pain if I weren't sure that the bus would Be here to pick me up Any minute now). $57 ©2001 by Teri Geahlen -1/09/01 He was your best friend once, but, Now discarded like last week's coffee grounds, He casually mentioned on the phone last night Something you once made him swear not to tell me: An early faux pas, a premature "whoops," An error made too soon after the promise, You nonchalantly groping a stranger While I sat home thinking of, waiting for, You, In blind, content stupidity. It's funny how it made me snigger last night- Time and indifference heal all- But knowing would have killed me at the time. I'd have drowned instantly In sinking, weeping, self-reproving grief, Wondering what I should have done Sooner, better, differently. At first, I gasped in feigned disbelief, Then the appropriateness struck me, Our eleven years boiled down into the image Of an overpriced hand job: Me awkwardly squeezing a stranger, You wishing you'd stayed home And saved your money. Aura ©2001 by Teri Geahlen No warning, just A momentary disassociation, Pulsing pain, vague discontent, Glittering crescents of Brilliant light and Ultrasensitivity. A Flash of fear short-lived, I've grown accustomed After all to setting life Aside involuntarily For a few hours. It holds me fast wherever I happen to be, forcing a Compliance once dread But these days strangely Welcome. And I settle Into Me, as hours pass and Worlds go by, immersed in Self-centered unavailability. Later, drained though relieved, I move slowly and sleep Sound. It's funny how They come on with remarkable Similarity: Migraines and Poems. |
Awe for May Beth ©2001 by Teri Geahlen I can always tell when Michael's out of town Because you come in to work Looking wretched and exhausted From moping and not sleeping And missing him. What I always say is "PUKE!" But what I really mean is You're so damn lucky to have What everybody wants But few actually manage to hold on to: A marriage almost as old as me, Him, waiting when you get home, Living with your best friend, Someone who misses you when you're not there, A hug whenever you need one, A voice softly encouraging you To skip work and stay home with him Just this one time... Love that has endured and evolved, Defying age and change and time. I ought to be jealous, you know But my overwhelming admiration Leaves no room for envy. Ode to Chicken Kiev ©2001 by Teri Geahlen His herbed heart with dagger pierc'd His oily life's blood drains away He settles back with gurgled sigh Into his saucy-riced array I tease him into tattered bits Devouring with a chilling hunch That here's repast I'll soon regret Tomorrow I shall bring my lunch Changing The Toner ©2001 by Teri Geahlen Open box containing new toner, removing new toner cartridge and all the other crap needed for the job. Remove old toner cartridge from printer and place in new toner box for recycling, as it is both legally and morally wrong to merely throw away a used toner cartridge. Take the Q-tip thingy and caaaaaarefully clean off the delicate looking little wires. They're really not all that delicate, you know, but still, be sure not to accidentally snap one off and, for the love of god, DON'T leave the X-acto knife laying around where it might accidentally open itself and cut those damn delicate wires thus rendering your 10-year-old-and-quite-obsolete printer useless and forcing you to get a new one. Also use the Q-tip thingy to clean down under the semi-delicate wires, even though the instructions do not tell you to do this. Trust me. Remove cruddy windshield wiper looking thingy from it's hiding place. It's hot, so don't handle it too much. Say "eecch" and throw it away. Take new windshield wiper looking thingy out of it's package. You'll need the scissors. Use the clever little felt thing on the end to clean that other part of the printer that likes to get dirty. Remove the clever little felt thing and throw it away. Then put new windshield wiper looking thingy into the old one's place. Check trash can to make sure old hot one isn't setting on fire all that paper in the trash can (which you were supposed to put in the recycle bin, you Earth-hating, unethical jerk). Wasn't that satisfying? Vigorouslyshakeandrockthenewcartridge todistributetoneropentheprinter cartridgedoorgraspthesealingtapeandfirmly pulloutsealingtapemustberemovedfor tonertoreleaseinsertthenewcartridgeinto theprinterandclosecoverturnonprinter. Oh, that's right, you were supposed to have turned the printer off before you started... |
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