Thursday April 20, 2017
The Artist’s Way
hours at the round kitchen table
pencil crayons building
bungalows making circles
and roofs the paper
my playmate my confidante
my lover my dreamcatcher
embroidery thread spun
into small balls
the summer of the hair wrap
the friendship bracelets
Layah and I had a store out of the living
room where our parent’s friends would
purchase anklets for a quarter
Wednesday April 19, 2017
Year Of Yes
When I start working for Mary, she’s shaking and scratching but still won’t let go of the wheel. I’m there to help her, at least that’s what her daughter Clea said in the second interview. I didn’t meet Mary until after I was hired. Maybe Clea didn’t want her condition to scare me off.
“How many attendants has Mary had over the past few years?” I asked.
“We need someone who is the right fit,” Clea evaded the question, smiling.
“Of course,” I folded my hands in my lap and knew what I was getting myself into.