Daly Dubble, in his double-breasted monkey suit,
was doing double-duty at the Do Drop Out,
when along came a pair of twins with their Double Ds,
on a double date with their body doubles,
making dubious Daly think he was having double vision.
Hitching up his double chin,
he approached them on the double,
bearing double scotches
& telling them (with a double wink) that
“A little double do ya.”
Children of the Blue and the Gray
He was a blue-blooded Yankee,
she, a red-blooded American.
He spoke like an Ivy Leaguer,
specifically Yale Law
& Harvard Business;
she spoke in the colloquialisms
& soft consonants of Deep South Jaw-juh.
They just couldn’t find common ground–
he, with his clipped Northern accent
& she, with her Southern drawl–
but when they got all mixed-up,
their hearts turned to purple prose
& they found uncommonly fertile ground.
One Less, One More, One Better
He was going to a fair,
she was having an affair.
He took all the rides alone,
she took one man on many rides.
When Lonely & Alone met
at the funnel cake stand,
both ordering the last red velvet,
he offered her half,
& she knew this could be her better half
who would give to her
his whole self.
A Twentysomething’s Expectations, a Thirtysomething’s Reality
She’d thought she’d be married by 22;
she married at 31,
when a baby made her much more willing to take that leap.
She’d thought she’d have at least 3 kids;
she has one (so far),
sweeter than she could’ve ever imagined.
She’d thought she would’ve published her book by now;
only her short pieces have been published (and by other people),
which was even better.
She’d thought she would’ve finished school long before;
she is only a third of the way there because she liked it so much,
she wants to learn more.
She thought she would’ve been working as an editor by now,
but rather, she is writing and doing things she doesn’t know how to do
and is still learning to do.
Her expectations hadn’t been greater than her reality,
for what was real and not imagined
was better than any dream.
It was her 3-second teeth whitener,
her lip balm on steroids,
her make love, not war paint,
but in its absence,
she was able to go incognito.
When they explored the land,
they saw how the faster travel and communication became,
the smaller the world became.
When they explored the spaces beneath them,
they saw the dark side of the earth–
an underworld untouched by the living
but populated by the dead.
When they explored the space above them,
they were in wonder of all they did not know
and all they could not see.
And it was there they hovered–
in awe of the God who would not show His face,
but had set it all in motion,
this God whose voice was unheard
but whose signature was on everything.
When they explored one anothers’ bodies,
making love on the beach at low tide
where the honeymoon rose and set on their salt-beaded skin,
their hair like the rim of margarita glasses,
they lost themselves in each other,
even as they found themselves in awe of one another
and of everything they were;
for they were the dust of earth,
even as they were the debris of the heavens,
rearranged in such a way
that made them perfect for each other.
She spent her life taking questionnaires
in junk science magazines
& quizzes in fashion forward ones,
answering questions such as:
In a public space or a private place?,
In the bedroom or on the dining room table?,
Before breakfast or after dinner?,
convincing this brunette bonbon
that she was a nymphomaniac
when she hadn’t had a “date” in 21 days.