A face in the public domain
To Say Thank you
Some guy yelled at me, "Biking in December?!" when he spotted me at the blue postal box. And the guest of honor bawled me out, "I could've given you a ride!" when I walked home from her party. It was only three miles.
I couldn't get lost. I followed the sky, able to sing, Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight.
Bliss is Herbie Hancock playing Ravel's Concerto in G Major, and good is dry roasted peanuts and plain yogurt and our national anthem and a secular Thanksgiving holiday.
But it's also when 9-1-1 answers my yelp for Help!
A woman complained to Dear Abby, the advice columnist, "My husband leaves whiskers in the sink!" She has a good husband who didn't leave her, and she has a good sink. Geez. She could've said thank you, she has a good husband. To remind me to say thanks. I'm no longer riding that misbegotten moon.
I hung the photo of my face swollen from crying on my honeymoon From a husband who's no longer on my agenda.
