further down

The day skitters past her, 
shadowy and elusive. 

She reaches for it, 
but it slips and wriggles
like salmon fighting upstream, 
always upstream of her, 
just out of reach. 

The shadows lengthen, 
the sky greying 
as the fireflies 
punch through the gloom 
with their tiny lanterns
winking and winking. 

His face lights up 
in the flash of a match 
behind cupped hands,
and the scent of smoke 
snakes across the shadows
that lie between them, 

like the way he used to talk to her
back when they shared a bed, 
tangled up their limbs and lives. 

He was always a sharp breeze
away from closing off, 
always one whisper away 
from telling her he loved her, 
and she imagined some nights
after they'd finished having sex
that he'd grabbed her hair 
in his fists
and pulled her face to his
and kissed her open mouth roughly
instead of pushing her face
and open mouth down, 
always open mouthed
and sucking 
further down.

Cranberry Chicken

I made this in the crock pot for dinner tonight. I got the recipe from the Crockin’ Girls cookbook. If you like chicken, like simple recipes with only 4 ingredients and have a crock pot, this just may be the recipe for you. Here it is, in case anyone’s interested.

4-6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1 16 oz bottle of Russian dressing

1 can of whole cranberry sauce

1 packet of onion soup mix

Spray the bottom and sides of the crock pot with nonstick cooking spray. Layer the chicken in the pot. I cut my chicken up into smaller pieces before putting them in to save on cooking time, but that’s not necessary. In a separate bowl, mix together the other three ingredients. Then pour the mixture on top of the chicken. Cook on low for 6-7 hours or on high for 3-4 hours. Since my chicken was cut up into smaller pieces, it was done in under 3 hours on high. Serve with rice or egg noodles or couscous. Enjoy! (:

traffic light loving

The oddest thing happened tonight. 
I was sitting at a traffic light
windows rolled down
waiting for the green. 

I hear this guy in the next car over. 
This is what he's saying:

How you doing? 
What's going on? 

And I'm tuning him out. 
Not even turning his way. 
I figure he's on the phone with someone, 
but I didn't turn to look. 

Right about then
the light turns green
and I pull forward. 

As he's pulling forward, 
he yells, 
"I love you!"
and I finally turn to look at him
and I realize that, 
all this time, 
he's been talking to me. 

He yells,
"I fucking love you!" 
and drives off. 

I laughed the whole way home. 
It was hilarious. 
I've never seen that guy before.
I'll probably never see him again. 
Sure was funny, though. (: