A first collection of poetry; learning to speak; learning to listen. |
Click, click, click Spider Solitaire has eaten into my brain. I wake up wondering if I redo enough moves will I be able to win every time? My son hasn’t called in forever. I called him to ask him to Sunday dinner. He said he was going out with friends. I called him to tell him his mail was piling up. He said he’d try to stop by later. Apparently he only lives now, because later hasn’t come. Click, click, click. I particularly like it when the deck is dealt out, that thut-thut-thut-thut-thut-thut-thut sound. My kids always ask me to turn the sound off. I always turn it up loud when I sit down to play. The louder, the better. What was that? I better turn it down. I thought I heard the phone ring. Or maybe it was the doorbell. Never mind. Let’s see, ace on two, jack on queen. I wonder if I’ll ever progress to the most difficult level. Seems like I’ve been stuck at the second level forever. Click, click, click. I couldn’t stay in church Sunday. I walked in and over scurried one of the members. “Haven’t seen you in a month.” I choked out something, don’t remember what. The singing started. I love to sing. I stood at attention. My mouth wouldn’t open. I left in the middle of the second song. I needed to get home and work on my game. I left my game in the middle of a round. It’s too hard to pick up where I left off. I think I’ll start the game over. There. Fresh cards. Now I can try to win. I think I can do it this time. Two on three. Three on four. Yes. Four on five, six, seven. Click, click, click. |