One Minus One
Just because you
love me, she said,
doesn't mean I love
you.
One minus one equals
zero - a new number.
And that's what you
mean to me - a zero.
But don't take it
personally. Take it
in a numerological
fashion. Becoming
my zero is underrated.
Starting with a
Landscape
The sky turned a
darker
blue but the color of
her cheeks
didn't change -
flushed. Why
did love have to be so
difficult?
We had so much in
common.
We were both creative
types,
though I didn't think
much
of her output. She put
her
artistic abilities
into making cakes.
All I wanted was to
eat her art work.
She couldn't say the
same about my art.
The Dog Magnet
Most of the dogs
in the neighborhood
loved my father. I
didn't know why.
Whenever he came
to visit the neighbors
their dogs would bark
and jump for glee.
Then,
you'd hear an echo of
dogs
on the next block
chiming in.
He was a dog magnet.
He
didn't have the same
effect
on my mother. She
might
have barked at him a
few times,
but always in an
instructive mode,
never out of sheer
delight. One day
a dog was so delighted
to see him,
that it forgot its
years of training
and urinated on the
floor. My
father would take
responsibility
for the dog's actions
and wipe up
the puddle. In a
million years I
couldn't imagine
mother putting herself
in that position,
dependent on his kindness.
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