Honey

Honey? Don’t you think you’ve gone just a little too far?

The lil’ dress you wouldn’t throw out because you loved the color?

The silk pajamas that don’t even fit? You can’t even wear?

Your favorite citrus juice, yes.

Your favorite veggies—avocado, brussel sprouts, spinach? Yes.

Those skinny carnival beads hanging on a chair? You found them spilled on the ground.

The pillow shams and sheets and towels and curtains blankets must I go on?

I bet you even had a car that color, too, didn’t you-- the Dodge.

Your mothers ring, the birthstone of your daughter’s month and

The jacket covers on the bookshelf, ‘eh? I can’t fault you that.

Money, sure.  Cliché. St. Patrick’s Day, ho hum. Envy, one of the 7 deadly sins? Yeah we’ve all

heard that one.

Monsters?

Grass, leaves? No kidding.

The kitchen counter tops,

The exterior siding on the house,

The military jacket, the snow pants, sure, but.

If you were a farmer I could understand, but

Your nail polish? Hair dye?

Honestly? Where does it stop, Sweetie?

Flash Issue 5