Excerpts from “A Day in the Life Of…
By Lisa Botone
I sit on the bench, sunning, as she approaches. I know of her, but don’t know her personally. All I know is what everybody knows—she’s crazy. Her clothes are disheveled and her hair is greasy. She carries a stack of books in her arms. We stay away. She talks to herself and reads—but not from the books in her arms, from imaginary books in the air. I walk away with one last glance over my shoulder. The top book in her arms is titled “Introduction to Astrophysics.” Shame on me for judging.
Mat, mat you are so flat
No matter which way I lay
You put a kink in my back.
Mat, mat you are so short
No matter how much I fluff
You could use a little more.
Mat, mat you are so mean
You’re bumpy and lumpy
And who painted you blue-green?
Mat, Mat I don’t know where you’re from
But I didn’t bring you here
And you’ll need to find a new home.
I await you. I sometimes think I see you from the corner of my eye, waiting for me too. But when I look, you’re not there. So I continue on in my walk in life only to feel your breath on the back of my neck. At night when I sleep, I sometimes feel you near my body. In my dreams, you’re in the background always beyond my reach. I awake to both silence and loneliness. Until the time we are supposed to meet, I will be ready for you.
I want to see you. I want to lay my eyes on your shapely body.
I want to feel you. I want to feel your sweaty form in my hand.
I want to taste your distinctive flavor run down my throat.
I want to experience your effect on all my senses.
I want to get lost in your presence like nothing else matters.
I want everything you have to offer.
I want you.