Ice Cream Ambiguities

Memoirs:  
with Margaret Scott

Strawberry ice cream

melting or not,
is what I chose,
and when you chose Chocolate,
we ended up a dull Vanilla compromise--

so I left you.


The car evoked a dying sound,
a small rattle predicting
the end, but I misconstrued,
and brought if back to life—
But it died again.

The cats know; they always do,
but keep their views to themselves,
silently stalking us,
trying to get us to listen!


One is pretending to sleep now.

The addicted man
held out a small paring knife
and suggested he would use it on himself.
I took it away, and put it back in the kitchen drawer.
Every time I used it to cut onions,
I thought of that earlier time.

When the knife mysteriously disappeared,
I let the story go.  Until now…

****


 
Neckties were very narrow at one time,
and he bought and wore one
that looked silly with his bulky frame,
I never said anything because they were the style.

He’s gone, and so I can smile…writing this.

Oh, earrings…never a pair for long!
It was that coral dangling one I miss the most,
evoking some moment I thought was love.

I never found the other.

*****

Again, that glass! 

Themes repeated; goblets crack.
Wine or gin preferred,
but not a good idea right now, I suppose.

So, fizzy water with lime, or lemon!
Or a plastic bottle when I walk--used to run.
The other one left me for another one. I was glad.


****

How I hate my cell phone,
a small silver intruder that has brought me
so much pain when he calls
to rain those hateful words on me!
Yes, I could turn it off!  But then,
I would miss that call from you--

 
And so it goes…



Poetry: Kay Weeks
Art: Margaret Scott

On March 5, 2013