Category: KJP

Muriel

You walk into the kitchen. Filthy from camping. Film on your skin. Eyes sparkling. Sunburnt nose. Wide smile. Your crooked perfect teeth have always been something about you that I find special.

“Americans love their cosmetic dental surgeries.” You once sniffed to me, probably after I told you I had to have my whole mouth filled because of what my choices did to my teeth.

Today the sun shines through the kitchen. Sweltering fat sun outside. The cats lay in the lounge, sprawled out and flicking their tails. The dogs prance around, excited to greet you.

You wrap your arms around my waist. I hug your shoulders & breathe into your neck. You are warm.
I am

free.

Married in the Kitchen

“Have you even seen
lately the amount
of shit

on the counter? We have
cabinets for that. Why
does every dry ingredient

for your smoothies
have to live on the
counter top? We have
so many cabinets.”

He offers a few different
ways of where everything
can be put away. I can’t

be bothered. “I was just
saying that theres too
much shit on the counter,

not that I want to
organize the kitchen now,
at midnight.”

I sit at the table
drinking my plant
based non dairy

chocolate milk.
Warm orange light
bounces from his

natural glow. Fresh
hair cut and my
favorite face,

the one where his
beard has grown out
for approximately
three days.

Worn gray t shirt.
Deep blue linen

Thai fisherman pants.
He is the most emotionally
available and brilliant

human I have ever met
and right now he is
organizing the counter
top at

midnight. I have these
little moments
with myself, just

watching him that
leave me forgetting
to breathe. I feel so

safe. I feel so

lucky.

Christmas Pond

When my Husband
was living
on the other side

of the world and
our relationship
was a series of

written messages
we used to always
say that when we

could be together
all of the time
every day would feel

like Christmas morning.

Recently we got another
Kitten. We named him
Christmas because

that was when he arrived
to us. He sleeps all
day long in my

Grandfathers crushed
gold shell chairs in
the sun or stretched

out on the table with
his head wedged in between
the wooden blinds.

He can’t be bothered
for the whole day but

if you wake up in the
middle of the night he
acts like a baby ball
python. He is the most

affectionate animal
I have ever known,

but only for about a
two hour window, between
5 and 7 a.m.

Christmas sleeps
between our pillows
and if you move, he
assumes you are up,
licking your ears and

wrapping his tail
around your neck.

This morning was no
different. He purrs
louder than the
washing machine,

stretches out and
demands he be pet and
held.

“Christmas morning.”

I mumble to my husband
through all of his
alarms.

It’s a trip sometimes
the ways that the things
that we ask for

show up and
stay.

“Every muscle in my
body feels like it’s
been in the back of

a dump truck, driving
down an alley in the
Chicago Federal District.

I have gone to yoga like
9 days in a row – six of
which Kevin kept the room
at over 110 and 60% humidity.
He says things in his class
like “My wife thinks I

hold the postures too long.”
As I’m sitting in balancing
stick for a full minute.

Am I going to feel better TJ?
I can barely walk.”

She just giggles her

fairy from another world
giggle.

“I don’t think so. You
know the drill.”

I turn on my laptop
in search of a
groupon massage.

TJ pours

the tea.

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Happy Hunting

“My latest
idea
for a

childrens
book is

going to be
about an
overweight cat

that can transcend
dimensions

when he meows
between
the shower

curtains.”

My husband
and the cat
do not take

their eyes
off the computer
screen.

“Kevin!”

Both him and
the cat turn
to me.

“What he’s never
seen fish on
youtube

before. We
were hunting.”

First Anniversary

I was a basket
case on my
wedding day.

I booked my hair
and makeup the
night before.

I didn’t think of
having a wedding
party or like.

Other people
there. We did a
last minute

facebook invite,
thinking nobody
would come and

nearly a few hundred
showed. We were

driving down
Las Vegas Boulevard
hands clenched to
hands

almost to the
chapel.

“We’ll get through
this.” I kept saying,

in between swallowing
air to stop my
hiccups. What I have

left from that
day are some bright
and thriving
photos of time that

started. A time
that became in
between
there and here.

Hundreds of pots of
tea and afternoons
spent reading together

lighting incense
after incense.

Tears and joy,
cats and dogs,
yoga classes,

meditation sittings
followed by job
after job
after job.

Thank you for
the day

that is a
representation
of a start point

of what has
become
all of

this.

Savers

It was 75% off
furniture day at
the thrift store

and we
have a patio
to furnish.

I was looking
forward to it
all day at work

but when we
got there,

with the exception
of a $1 destroyed
Ikea table covered in
glitter and a

dirty pink leather
couch nothing
seemed it would
fit.

We walk around anyway.
Finding new rollerblades
in my perfect size, 8.5.

I find a ceramic horse
with the carving E.S 1983
in the bottom.

“We must take her.”

He says yes, and we will
call her Heather Horse
because her color

matches all of the
colors of my hair.

We agree on a half blue
half green dome to put
Christmas lights in and

call a lamp for our
front lounge. I stalk a
giant blown glass

deep orange bowl
from a different aisle.

“Kev when that lady moves
we are going to see that
bowl.” I say, peering

through the shelves at the
bowl – a womans
parked cart in the

background. “I can’t just
walk up that close to
her – there is thrift
store etiquette.”

She wheels away. The
bowl weighs about 15
pounds. It’s $15.

“Ugh that is so much
money.” I put it down.

“Kit if you like the bowl
get the bowl.”

“I”m going to be thinking
about it for weeks if I
don’t buy it. I have a million
things I could put in there.

It is beautiful, and old,
and shiny. It belongs in
our home.”

I happily take the bowl.

The total was $24. Kevin
watched in horror as
the cashier wrapped

everything in multiple
plastic bags. We
walk to the car.

I tell our new things
they’ll like it

with us.