The elderly tenant called me up to make a formal complaint, insisting that I visit him in person that cold, December morning.
“It’s that immoral young woman over there,” he explained, gesturing toward a window in an adjacent block. “Every day she wanders around in her apartment with no clothes on. It’s really not acceptable.”
I peered across. “Well,” I said, “I can’t see anything.”
“Ah no,” the tenant explained. “You can’t see anything from there. You’ll have to stand on this table and then lean your shoulder against this wall. Then you’ll have the right angle.”
Help wanted. Needed: someone with advanced degree who will take the same wages they earned flipping burgers in college. Also helpful: a lifetime of experience, but please be young and attractive. Bubbly and outgoing in the interview, but be willing to join a team of defeated people who hate this place. A master of empathy and soft skills to help us deal with customers, but don’t expect us to treat you like a human with value. Unwavering company loyalty a plus. Please upload your resume and then retype all the same information into our system. We might contact you.
–––––––––– “I keep writing as a tonic to modern life.” – the writer
Find good light, perfect angles. Blur your focus, soften scars, furrows of frowns, annoying flaws. Catch a dazzling twinkle of mischief in sunlit eyes, a bright smile on sultry lips. Pause a moment. Ready … set … click!
–––––––––– “Sometimes I write just for fun, but still dream of collecting my drabble in a book.” – the writer
Before COVID Before your mom’s dementia Before I was fired from my job Before your mom died Before I became enmeshed in paperwork Before you were overcome by grief Before I misplaced my libido Before you stopped saying nice things Before we both got old We had a life That was before Now we only have after
––––––––––– “I write the things I could never say out loud.” – the poet