My best friend is struggling today.
Three months ago he ruptured the cruciate ligament in his hind right knee. I opted for a surgical procedure that was tough on him. It’s been healing slowly and he rarely uses it, but it’s coming along.
Last night, it appears the ligament in his other hind leg has ruptured. He is so crippled at this point. I’m sitting and waiting for the vet’s office to open. The possible options running through my head. The impossible option which may be the kindest for him, depending on the outcome of the exam.
He’s been my best friend for 9 years. I don’t know what I would do without him.
her daily decisions
consisted of what to wear and eat.
what show to watch
or how to wear her hair with the red dress.
which bills to pay first
who to call asking for a little more time.
Those must wait
her focus on the narrow ledge
her daily decision… what step… which way…
Your mewling apologies
will never offset the damage
your abusive behaviors have caused.
the smell of fresh popcorn
and melted butter filling the room.
only a promise of salty
oral pleasure overflowing a crimson bowl.
onto the popcorn oasis
offering a respite of comfort and promise.
her triggers have been launched
by fireworks blooming in the desert sky.
Marathon watching Sex and the City
recalling the Mr. Big in her life story.
He brought her soul to life each time
he gifted her with his time and presence.
But she was never enough as he chose
others instead over her meager offerings.
So much time she gifted him, she
never became a part of a sisterhood.
How she regrets not finding her
Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda.
How she regrets Mr. Big…
She would give everything
in return for assured happiness
for the daughter she loves unconditionally…
they never spoke
or touched one another.
locked in separate minds
drowning in bloody marys…