Falling in a Rainbow

It was an in and out deal. Fast. Easy. Done.
"What kind of veggies do you want with dinner?"
She knew later never to spring a question like that on him. Pre question him before the real question. "I wonder what I should make for dinner tonight?", is an excellent set up question so he had time to think it over. When he said a question it came out as a statement. Which made his statements a question.
"Oh. how about parsnips? Ever had parsnips?"
That was too many decisions for him to think on all at once. He wanted to please her.
"Yes", he answered wild a panicky bewilderment in his eyes. His tone of voice told she otherwise.
"Why don't you grab us a couple?", she told him as he was the one standing in front of the tubers.
The man bagged up two rutabagas and put them in their cart. He stood there like a big puppy hoping for her approval.
Later while they were sitting on the couch enjoying their dinner he ask, "Why have you never cooked these for me before?"
She laughed at his statement and promised she would again.
"I love you" he said. But she didn't need to answer that question. He had thought on it a long time.

Lunar Tick

Flow sweeps in on the full of the moon
a parasite with no regard
to the werewolf's she eclipses with her wrath.
Run, my friend run.

The Day Her Yoga Pants Ran Off

She found a yoga class on line and went to get her pants out of the closet. They weren't there. She checked the jammie/stretchy fat pant secton. And the black pant area. They were not with the chefy pants or the substitute teacher pants.The group home pants stayed in a group of their own so she did not waist her time there. They knew better than mingle with the prison pants. Puzzled she went as far as to bend over in her big now torn apart closet to check the special lacy drawer to see if they had got board waiting for her and had gone to seek out their own excitement. No luck. They were long gone.
She sighed and plopped down in the tangle of cloth on her closet floor. How long had they been gone and she never even noticed their disappearance? Did they leave of their own accord or where they taken? Maybe they snuck out in a gym bag. Those soft pants may have went wrapped around a wayward kitten or used to soak up spilled kool aid before being tossed. She just hoped they had not hidden behind her dryer so long they instantly combusted to end the wait. Really pants, are twenty years too long to wait?

Chair Dancing Chick

The girl in the chair behind me dances in her chair, I hear the swish swish swish as she practices the foot work. I wouldn't notice it in her soft shoes but she is so short her feet only graze the top of the carpet. It might not bug me so much but I am trying my best to remember this shit. Some of it I once knew, most I never did. More than likely I never will unless the little Hmong chick knocks it off.
I have worked on her in my other class. She is build like a squat little tea pot. A tea pot that can move like a willow and bends like over cooked pasta.
I breath. I practice my breathing and try not to snap. This baby girl is doing what she does. She is a dancer. The rest of her dance troop lead by the mother that is twice her size but half her statue could hurt my anatomy worse than any mangled body shown on the white board up front.