Under the Whether

(Hot is hot, whether or not it leaves me fraught.)

I used to love to stand in steam;

Hot showers were my friend.

But now they’re just a horrid dream –

I totter till they end.

It’s not that I despise the drip,

And I still lather clean.

But heat can send me on a trip

Requiring Dramamine.

Such paroxysms make me reel;

I’m glad to have a rail.

An unintentional cartwheel

Would go beyond the pale.

My hands and feet no more may prune.

I rinse off and step out.

Before I can belt out a tune,

It’s time to stop the spout.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from Judith, 1966

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Everyday Earful

Is there an echo someplace here?

Perhaps she needs to disappear.

O’er desk, she’s bowed.

But still, he’s loud.

She cannot hear from either ear.

She fights the danger to go deaf.

He telegraphs in treble clef –

With stories old

And lines retold.

Where can she hire a hockey ref?

She slips in earbuds left and right.

He’s out of sound and out of sight.

The wire’s unplugged,

But still she’ll shrug

At his attention appetite.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Image:

Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from The Stranger, 1946

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