when words fail me, which is often, I paint. When words work for me and are available on time, I am surprised.

Friday, June 01, 2007

If Ever I get it Right, turn left

Sitting in the humid, Virginia, hellacious heat

Two and a half hours

watching for the mail to arrive, under a shade tree in some strangers driveway

Supposed to be at other job today, another one I work alone

I won't get fired, but I won't make any money either

Trying to keep the guilty worthless speech from playing in my head, again.

He needs that medicine, it comes in the mail

If he doesn't have it, meltdowns are inevitable

He's been out since yesterday

Rednecks cursing at the baby in the laundromat across the street

"Git yure ass in dare"

Loud Fat Momma and greasy tattooed convict Deaady

leave little toddler behind the glass door with Granny

and drive away

Baby animal screams like fire engine sirens

and collapses on the dusty laundromat floor.



Jerri said...

Whoa, Stacy. Sounds like you're breaking your own rule.

Look into the mirror and repeat after me: "I get it right lots of times."

Now, let's try this: "I'm smart and brave and loving."

Good. Now for the big one: "I am loved."

You are. By many, including me.

Stacy said...

You are right Jerri, I did get it right, the medicine came, the man felt cared for, I got to work in the evening and it was still profitable and lots of time I get it right. Of course forgetting to turn the water off while we are on a well the other day was a huge mistake. Thank goodness you all still love me.
Poor kid though really, I hate to see people treating children badly, hate ignorance.
"I am smart and brave and loving," this is good.