“Spoons our fingers” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday September 8, 2019
8:36pm
5 minutes
After Love
Maxine Kumin

Sometimes this feels too public
too personal to not know who’s reading
too much to take the plunge
might as well fictionalize
might as well stay safe

Angels laugh when I say that
I hear them in the wind chimes
in my daughter’s squeals

If you’re reading
if you’re hoping to know me
find me in the line breaks and
between the dates when things
began and ended and began again

If you are reading
hi

two letters
h
i

I
do not need
to say more

There the angels go again
laughing at my humble attempt
knowing the big picture
wide as the sky
heavy womb of clouds

toasting to the beginning
praising the end

Hi
and please go away now
now that I’ve met you here
on my ground

go away

“Spoons our fingers” by Julia on The Lost Chair

Sunday September 8, 2019
8:32pm
5 minutes
After Love
Maxine Kumin

Fine is the last thing I say in anger
and Bye is the last thing you say in jest
but you think I’m joking and I have no real
reason to be mad at you other than I have
stopped picking my face (okay yesterday was
the last time) and need to pick at something
so the control can lie to me a little bit.

I’m mad because I thought I made a good point
and you said you know what I mean and then
that was that. Spoons as fingers, we were
crossed wires and I caught you in the act.
You thought I wouldn’t notice that you didn’t
have any words to come back to me with, that
you shrank into a small hole and thought I
couldn’t see you there running away from me.

I am mad because I want to love you but
sometimes you say you’re here but you’re not
here and I don’t know where you go. I don’t
know where in your mind you are and I know it’s
none of my business and none of mt business
but I want to know where is better than here;
where is the place you’d rather be than in
this moment with me, with my good points,
with my nice legs.

I’m sitting here not waiting for you to come
back but angry at you for leaving and you better
know I know the difference. That I can feel you
drifting off from a mile away.