A Late-August Saturday
A poem
We spend the morning cleaning
the living room floor- after the
anxious dog we love jumped
on the desk: knocking over
hundreds of pens, stationary,
crafting supplies and the laptop.
Early afternoon is the cookout
where my husband finally buys
propane that had been requested
at the beginning of summer.
The flames make me jump but
my mouth starts watering in
anticipation.
We eat the hotdogs and steak
around the television:
Ghost Whisperer plays in the
background. I sneak the dogs
bits of hot dog between the food
I gulp down. Is it ironic that my
Weiner dog loves weiners?
We spend the afternoon looking
for the perfect mattress. We’re
moving and I’ve hated the mattress
in his apartment since the moment
I met it.
We try everything in the store
until finally I find a soft mattress
a 3 on the scale between plush and firm.
I’ll know the right one when I meet it
I assure him, and surely enough, when
he goes back to set up payments,
I fall asleep on the showroom model.
Small things, small moments of
gratitude, but these are the things
my heart and soul long for.
To tune out of the more, busier world
and spend moments laughing and
figuring things out with those I love.
Thank you for reading my work today. I really appreciate your time.
