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On the Downbeat

the feeling was wrong,
always and forever wrong,
and I knew it, but pressed her anyway,
wondering if she understood
it was confirmation of rejection I sought,
even if I had to force it out of her,
not the limbo of unrequited love
and plagiarized affection
that so suited her purpose–and so
with the sprightliest of glances
and not the slightest hint of remorse,
she cut me to the quick, leaving a mark
that has remained to this day

April 8, 2009   Comments Off on On the Downbeat

A Kind of False Banishment

There’s a wine shop in St. Paul (that shall go nameless) which I used to love because the people who ran it understood wines and had exquisite palates. Whenever I was in the neighborhood, I’d stop and buy whatever they recommended. It was a marriage made in heaven until the fateful day I encountered a female clerk in a less-than-great mood. Even though I asked for help, she ignored me. Never one to be easily stopped, I gave her a quick once-over and commented on the amateurish shape of her brows. She seemed not to like this a great deal. When the owner got off the phone, she complained, and (not to put too fine a point on it) he escorted me from the shop, loudly berating me even as I drove away. “Never come back, you swine!” Of course, one doesn’t easily forget such a parting, but being in a brave mood, I revisited the shop today. The first thing I noticed was that the owner has lost a ton of weight (I mean, he looks really good for a cantankerous fool), and the woman was nowhere to be seen. Apparently, the guy also lost his memory, since he appeared to have no idea who I was. You would think he would remember those he had banished in such a flamboyant fashion. (Maybe there are too many of us to remember.) In any case, it hardly matters. I’m a happy customer again. I even talked him into a discount.

April 8, 2009   Comments Off on A Kind of False Banishment