Patchwork Prose and Verse
all this rabbit rabbit
of yesterday to have
good luck all month ~
a maddening superstition
bringing more stress about
the forgetting is bad luck
enough to forego the
continuation
to begin to ask why
we do this to ourselves
why rabbit, rabbit?
the closest we
ever got to a
rainbow was a
peacock feather
the day the two
went to Noah’s Ark
to look for things
to discover
to wonder about
I didn’t feel like
that kind of mother
who says a prayer
and leaves it in
the lap of Jesus
without worry
I was more
the warrior type
praying everyday
hoping all the
nickels would add
up to be worth a miracle
I knew in the back
of my mind when I
saw the Cheshire Cat
smile
they were getting
ready for an afternoon
wedding when the
husband stepped out
of the shower, kissed
his wife, said
I love you, Blue Eyes
laid down on the
bed and died of
a heart attack
leaving her and
their four sons
grieving
this is why when
my husband came
to my bedside
this morning before
stepping into his
shower and kissed
me I wondered:
should I give him
an aspirin?
should I take one?
in the sluice
of a Skytrack
crush and run
puddle a gold
shimmer reveals
a tooth
then another
and before I
wonder about
whose teeth
I imagine the
last food
chewed with
these gold
capped jewels ~
a steak?
a pork chop?
a can of
Beanie-Weenies?
a worker ambled
past pointing
at the carnage
explaining how
the fight broke
out between
two men over
his cousin’s girl
(the cheater)
and though I
did not know
who grew
these teeth
I wondered
about the
places
they’d been
before landing
in the puddled
heap all
sparkly like a
sequined dress
never to be
worn again
Wife: Oh, good gracious! A tick!
(gets tweezers, removes tick, flushes it)
7 seconds later finishes
applying makeup, gets dressed and starts
writing before work in her favorite chair
***********
Husband: (hollers from shower)
Can you come here?
I need you to look at something!
Wife: (hollers back) I’m not falling for that again.
Husband: No, seriously.
I think I have a tick.
Wife: I’ll be there when you get out.
Husband: (parading into living room
towel wrapped around his waist,
still half-wet, hair every whichaway,
pointing just under his left nipple)
No wonder I’ve been itching since
we got home from camping!
Wife: Are you sure it’s a tick? It’s
embedded deep. It’s not a mole?
Husband: I don’t think so.
Do you have tweezers?
Wife: Yes, I’ll get them.
(brings them from makeup bag)
Husband: Here, you try! (hands tweezers back)
Wife: (rolling eyes)
Husband: Well, I can’t see that angle
Wife: There’s a mirror right
behind you (digging at embedded
tick, husband wincing)
Husband: Here, let me try
(takes tweezers)
Wait, do you have different
tweezers? These aren’t lining up right.
Wife: (goes and looks for another pair
brings them back 3 minutes later)
Husband: (still digging) I got part of it
Wife: The head is still in there.
Husband: I’ll dig that out later. I’m
going to be late for work…..
(dresses, kisses her, grabs coffee, leaves for work)
Wife returns to chair to finish writing
<writes: Ticks ~ Husband vs. Wife>
Day 5:
from the corner
of the house
I could see
the bull’s nostrils flare
I covered my eyes
and peeked through
two fingers
with one eye
our little rescue dog
the Schnoodle we
named Boo Radley
for his timid demeanor
the Schnauzer-Poodle mix
abandoned
in a duplex
by his former family
found by a landlord
matted and starving
thirsting to death
our Boo Radley
with more issues
than a decade of
Saturday Evening Posts
Boo, who trembles
when a cell phone dings
who drops his ears
when we pick him up
who has a nervous
breakdown when he
smells the heat
from the toaster
who sits and stares
down the driveway
when one of us
should be coming home
our Boo Radley
did a most
surprising thing
Day 4:
the brown bull
dropped its head
ready to charge
I felt surely in my
soul I was about to
witness Boo Radley
being trampled
and killed
because
though he is small
he is tenacious
ten times the size
of that monstrous bull
in his inflated mind
what happened next
was a viral Tik Tok
never to be seen
except in my own memory reel
Boo Radley
charged the bull
zigzagging
cutting left to right
back and forth
front paws
low to the ground
cussing the bull
for all he was worth
edging up to the bull
its dropped head
meaning nothing to Boo
from the corner
of the house
I could see
its nostrils flare
I covered my eyes
and peeked through
two fingers
Day 3:
In farming communities
not a week goes by
that some animal
doesn’t try to make
a break for it and
has to be herded
back to the home pasture
every new day brings
a Facebook Post –
pigs loose on Reidsboro Road
donkey running down Highway 362
goat with a red collar on Hollonville Drive
my favorite was the baby camel
someone reported
running down Concord Road
(the Sheriff’s Department went to
investigate and found it was
Nellie LaBerge’s Lllama)
you never know what you’ll
see in the country
but last week,
Wayne’s entire herd
of cows was loose
in the woods
between our farms
two bulls
among the herd
I was thinking
of lovely handbags
my husband was
thinking of
perfectly rounded cow
patties (dried cow poop)
(this isn’t out of the ordinary ~
just a few weeks ago we’d
had donkeys trying to
move onto the Johnson
Funny Farm
and my sister in law and
I joined in the chase
with other neighbors
to wrangle these two
asses and lead them
back home)
when Boo Radley
saw the herd of cows
eating his grass
the next day
he protected me
and our blades of grass
the black and white
bull turned tail and
ran into the woods
the milk and dark chocolate bull
stood its ground
Boo charged it
that’s when the brown bull
dropped its head
ready to charge
I felt surely in my
soul I was about to
witness Boo
being trampled
and killed
because
though he is small
he is tenacious
ten times the size
of that monstrous bull
in his inflated mind
Day 2:
that one’ll make a lovely black and white
leather purse, I thought
of the bull grazing inches from my
bedroom window at midnight
on the Funny Farm
when our neighbor’s cows got loose
then I felt guilty
for thinking such a thought
next morning, my husband
called Wayne
turns out
another bull had gotten
into Wayne’s pasture
and their fighting
brought down the whole backside
of the fence bordering our farms
his entire herd was wandering
in the morning, cow poop
was everywhere
it’s just fertilizer
my husband reasoned
pointing to a
rounded one
the size of a dinner plate
that one’ll make a perfect
cow patty
Here are the two bulls ~ there were 8-10 cows in our front yard that night!
Day 1:
around midnight
over the sound machine
something woke me
I heard it ~
the bumping
at first
I thought it was
in the attic
(a squirrel? raccoon?)
something bigger than
the occasional field mouse
so common on our farm
but then
it was at my
head, behind the wall
my husband
heard it too
sprang into action
flipped the switch
floodlights revealing
a herd of cows
grazing in the grass
inches from our windows
two bulls
one black and white
one milk and dark chocolate
matching my leather purse
from White Oak Pastures
in South Georgia
my husband gave me last Christmas
I’d heard closer than usual mooing
from Wayne and Janice’s field
right at the fence line
behind our barn
earlier in the day
It’s okay, I told him~
probably Wayne’s cows
we’ll call in the morning
right now it’s a win-win
they’re cutting the grass
their midnight snack
we settled back in
mended our broken sleep
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