That City

Photo by Chait Goli from Pexels

I had no patience for the wind

Nor the breeze chilling my skin,

I had no patience for the waves

Coming in, to greet my feet in the sand,

I wish I would have stayed much longer,

Rushed,

Always timed on my visit.

I remember the walking path, curtained by a bouquet of trees,

Green, yellow, mahogany, and red,

I miss the skyline far off enough

It felt like a staycation, a getaway

Unplanned.

I miss the greasy takeout, chasing napkins

Blowing across the sand,

I miss feeling summoned by the waves,

Far, removed, escaping my cubicle life,

To rejuvenate, to melt the stress away.

Tweezer

Tweezer - Photo by Ms. Casila 

My eyebrow tweezer holding your roach,

Is what you took from my sanctuary, 

No safe place, 

Never a home.

Dead roaches on the floor,

Dishes in the sink,

I wasn't able to pay my housekeeper, 

My husband gambled the rent. 

My husband, the alcoholic, 

The man that keeps your pockets filled, 

My home was robbed long before my tweezer disappeared, 

Long before the streetlights came on, and off.