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Commuted

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A slight man,
plaid shirt,
crew cut,
beige jacket
zipped to mid-chest,
metal framed glasses,
plain and practical,
inexpensive,
skin the color of playground sand.
The kind of man you see
standing in the aisle at Salvo
at 7:12 on a Tuesday morning
earnestly assessing
windshield washer fluid options,
proactively averting a crisis
of dry reservoirs
for things essential to a clear view.

He loomed above me
across the intersection
in his sun-faded blue truck
made massive on monster wheels,
commuted
to another,
entirely.
An un-reckoned force.

 

April 3, 2014
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo Day 3

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Toppings

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Her brown shoulders bare
but for the merest of white silken straps
she glides
into the glass wrapped
dining room
in her size 0
backless
low-front-cut
dress
slips into the ocher chair
pulled back for her
by the disembodied
dark hair dusted hand

Padma then eats

Plate after plate is tendered
she sups on the finest morsels
fashioned by eleven astounding chefs

Her perfection
breached
by that one long scar
on her arm
which allows us
to almost believe
she is not so dissimilar to us
that the burger we clutch
could yet be transmuted
to divine truffle risotto
that we
too
can eat more than our fill
brush the crumbs from our laps

and rise
tall and willowy
smiling
into the camera
disgorging judgment

February 2014
Julie Ayers

On Constructing Girls

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A grey and white
lop eared bunny
named Pogo Bop
needed a home,
so my dad and I built him one.

My father was a carpenter
and a perfectionist,
so he constructed the rabbit hutch
as I stood idly by,
anxiously awaiting my chance
to swing a hammer,
use the circular saw.

He promised me
I’d be called in,
get to measure,
cut and pound,
but I never did.

Just like I never was offered
the keys to ride his dirt bike
or allowed to strap on a tank
and go scuba diving with him.

Was it the length of my eyelashes
and fondness for nail polish,
or my perceived lack of expertise,
that prompted my father
to leave me ever empty-handed?

April 18, 2013
Julie Ayers
NaPoWriMo #18