Load bearing memories and dandelion dreams

by Charlē Head

the unbearable lightness of being was on the television
and Mr. Armstrong - the not Neil one - was on the stereo.
Someone was curdled up and cuddling with the stuffed monkey
with arms as long as broom handles in the corner of the
corner-style sectional that was purchased just last spring.
Beige with deep blue and grayish white spots.

Rhonda had laid her head and hands into bobby’s lap with every
intention of remaining absolutely faithful to Joe and the
mannequin across the room was maintaining a diligent vigil
to ensure of it…

Cheez-Its and Muskydine Wine were this good only once before.
Snacks were this good every time we felt an urge to partake.
However, for the first time I was pleased to find the cupboards
bare of the typical foods and beverages that normally accosted
our decent palates and settled in our stern and learned guts.
Finally the show ended, the mannequin fell over and was noticed
by Rhonda & Bobby who were primed for some sort of melt-down or
explosion; the snacks ran low.

The only thing left of the evening was load-bearing memories and
dandelion dreams. 
 

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