I wasn’t late, but Tommy was way ahead of me. Fifteen minutes went by. I picked at some toast. He was eating stuff that I couldn’t face till much later in the day.
“Ugh...just looking at that I feel my arteries occluding.” Bacon, sausage, the usual suspects.

The place was a dump. Not fifties retro, actual fifties, from when the motels and motor lodges around here were for tourists, not people looking for whatever kind of...gratification they could find in an anonymous room for an hour...the place across the street still proudly advertised its airconditioning in blue letters with painted white “frost” on them, which around here these days strikes me like saying “Indoor plumbing inside!” but must have been quite a draw back when.
“Tommy, if you wow this guy with atmosphere, he might not take us seriously.” The white Formica on my table had a greyish tinge. I pondered the millions of cigarettes and hamburgers that brought about this development and felt time pressing in on me for a minute or two. I shivered and I didn’t know why.

“So, you’re a dietician now, too. And one of those decorator gals.” He was feeling testy cause he couldn’t smoke.He’d quit the previous month, and though he was past the physical urges, the emotional pull and the pull of habit was very strong.

“This guy’s probably like you...seen too many movies. He might think this *is* atmosphere."

”Have some juice at least...cut the grease.”I urged him.

“All that’s keeping me together is the grease. I thought you knew.
” But I noticed he asked for a large oj anyway. But it’s against the rules of our relationship to mention it.

“Tommy, what if Pam heard you talk like that?” Ok, so maybe I didn’t feel good about Pam any more, but she always put a goofy soft look on her dad’s face that I wondered if any man ever had about me. I doubted it very seriously. Even my client who tracked me down through downtown Phoenix seemed to consider an appointment with me a suggestion. And I took a personal day for this;lied and implied some kind of personal situation so nobody would ask too many questions. The lie made my heart beat faster and filled me with both pleasure and shame, the residues of both still pulsing in my chest. No wonder I couldn’t eat.

Beverly, insent...I found a way to share AND keep my promise. I hope you like it.

Got it erika. I may not have a chance to give it any real attention tonight though. I'll try. And thanks!

yoga belly

Staring in the mirror, willing myself to look away, to ignore it, to let it go. This is yoga class. This is a place to relax, to accept my body. It is not the place to stare at the mirror and loathe the giant belly.

Not pregnant. Just fat. Belly in the mirror. Belly in the way in the warrior pose. Belly protruding further than the breasts.

Breathe in, breathe out. Deeply. Close my eyes. Feel the muscles relax, give a little more, stretch a little further. With the eyes closed, the belly doesn’t matter. All that matters is the breath, the strength, the giving in, the letting go.

against the tide

Not sea creature, this. Not frog, not fish. No sweet taste shrimp, no salty seaweed.

Abounds in limbs, it does, it squirms, it flails. It shouts with rage and shivers with fear.

It does its time, it betrayed, it rebelled. It was caught, it was judged, it was sentenced.

And what my crime? Against the divine, what did I do to deserve this dessert?

It sits, it cries, it repents, it believes. And heave, divine guide, so I heave, and it screams.

I scrape my emptied belly on the rocks and sand and shore. And Jonah walks alone to Ninevah.

It's ok, Beverly. I'm not in a hurry, just need to know how it plays for an audience.

Bugger me backward with a 2-person canoe, Liese!

That was gorgeous.

Liese, wow. Oh, wow. Amazing.

Except--did you mean dessert, as in a sweet course after a meal? Or "just deserts?"

Erika, I'll take a look tomorrow when I'm not quite so verschimlt.

I thought 'dessert' was intentional - wordplay with 'just deserts', but literal reference to part of its meal. Worked for me.

Yah, worked for me too. I was just curious. It is gorgeous.