sstasi
She walked gracefully
Knees and ankles
Flowing hair
Garments
Straps and buckles
The lights flash
Curious eyes
Craning
necks
wait
to see the next design
Her eyes held a look of concern. Deep concern, like a velvet onyx turban on silky black curls.
I told her, "it's fine."
"It's not fine!" she shrieked. "You're not wearing any jewels!"
The division of cells has always fascinated me. I could never quite get the details straight, however, and often mistook meiosis for mitosis, and vice versa. This irritated my husband to no end, since he was a microbiologist and lived and breathed for cellular life.
Standing in the corner
a thin white line
I press my nose against
the smooth cold wall
time drips
my toe pushes against a hole in my shoe
I hear the clock whisper
It was not a discovery that he had wanted to make.
"I hate mud," he thought.
The crickets chirped incessantly.
A full moon sometimes makes things seems strange, out of sorts, unordinary. Bathed in the white light, the small mound seemed almost insignificant.