Pulchritudinous

May 16, 2024

Lying in wait, awaiting the spread

Split down the middle

Hole clearly visible to those

Wishing to make the purchase

Flavored delicately

Betwixt modestly and immorally

Solely for the purpose of attraction

Not for the purpose of taste

Far more desirable when warmed

Particularly if the lark is visible

From the balcony

Sans the presence of kinsmen

So remain in the bedchamber

And partake of the breakfast bagel

Regulate other thoughts far away

Such is the comfort of allusions

someone's celebrating

strawberries' inviting

bubbly dripping cold

I'm in the wrong place

nothing to celebrate

toast smile laugh high

my world sour grapes

warm stale flat left beer

A resemblance of a love poem of mine is this largely redacted piece where all you'll see is the dragged shadow of an echo of an inky heart of me over branches back-lit by spotlights drugged to blur and twisted in my rags to riches story in reverse

Without a single punctuation

Your language and its murder or your birth rights to love songs don't mean much here to me

Spitting into invisible equations running a muck

And damn it! I just had and lost the perfect line to end all lines to be worthy of an exit left off stage with giants.

But all I'll muster up is some odd change and these next few lines hoping I don't get gobbled up by Lions.

Flattered by mouths lied to by tongues.

The only way I know you're real is with my

strangest way of kissing, electric I will clank my teeth and shyly suck your story from inside your cheek.

You'll taste me in your essence long after I forget your name.

Oh, the things that I have tried

to heal this heavy funk.

The feeling that I'm not quite right,

that annoying anxious hum.

Weed worked for a couple of years,

as a teen it calmed me down.

But eventually it turned on me,

causing anxiety & doubt.

Sugar was a late night friend

that helped me to get through.

but those cravings got so big

I couldn’t stop when I wanted to.

Drinking was another route,

those late nights dancing were divine.

But the consequences were awful

and seemed to get worse every time.

So exercise was the next big thing,

surely that would work.

Hours and hours of fitness...

I worked out until I shook.

I went to a meditation retreat,

seeking some relief.

And learned some things about myself

that offered some reprieve.

Therapy was a beginning,

it helped me to find a way

to show up in my relationships

But still I fought this anxious mind,

feeling unsettled every day.

And wondered what was wrong with me,

why I constantly felt this way.

Now I'm getting older

and come to understand some things.

I cannot think or talk my way

into mental health and peace.

My body is a living place

I've neglected all along

and underneath its surface

is a world where I belong.

I can go there whenever I want to,

to connect and understand,

to unravel those annoying problems

that I've built up in my head.

My body knows my story,

it has lived my life all these years.

It will never lie or overwhelm me

with speculation, doubts, and fears.

Perhaps it might sound crazy,

but I know for myself it is true.

my body is the sacred place where

real healing can break through.

"That's the trouble," he sat back against the wall with a heavy sigh, "you think you have time." He pulled the thin laptop across the laminate countertop to type a few numbers into the chart.

"You forget I'm a doctor, too," She retorted. "Besides, you've practiced medicine for centuries now, you would know time well."

"Seventy years is not quite a century, Doctor Adams." The older man said, raising an unkempt white eyebrow.

"How are you still so healthy after living through the chemical experiments of the fifties and sixties? Didn't you guys used to eat weedkiller or something?"

"I'm not the one with a tumor the size of a golf ball in my brain." The doctor exited with a shake of his head.

"I'm home!" She shouted to the beige walls of her house. "James?" It was unusually quiet for a Thursday evening. Her fiance usually invited his lab partners over to study; the library closed early on Thursdays. He was almost finished with his master's degree.

She tossed her handbag on the coat rack and kicked her shoes into the closet. "James!"

She walked up the first set of stairs in the narrow townhouse, rounded the corner and ascended the second set. Their offices were upstairs.

"Maria!" James stepped out of the office, flicking the light off. "I had my headphones in, I didn't hear you." He kissed her gently. "So, did the doctor figure out what was wrong? Do they know why you have been fainting?"

The photocopy in her back pocket of the brain scan and its damning evidence felt heavy enough to make her fall again. But she leaned against the half wall. "No, they still don't know why." James' face fell. "But we're still ruling out possibilities. I'm not pregnant or anything."

He nodded. "Well, we will pray that their investigation concludes. I don't need you fainting at the top of a staircase or somewhere dangerous. Come, I'm making shrimp scampi. I promise it will taste better this time." he laughed.

Maria gave him a bland smile and followed. So far, she'd fainted twice at work, once in a taxi and three times in the shower. She wasn't sure how much longer she could fool James. Maybe it was awful of her, but she didn't want her last days with James to be filled with tears for her inoperable condition. The success rate of the surgery required was too low. She wanted the last few days with her fiance to be peaceful.

The doctor had been right. She'd always thought she had time. She'd waited to get her degree, she'd waited to move in with James, as she'd waited for everything in her life. Always too cautious. And now she was out of time. Yet she still waited. Maybe she'd never have to tell James. Maybe they could live in ignorance and she could wait the tumor away.

Maria watched as the carpeted stairs swam and she fell headlong from the top.

Ali stood in line at the Federal Resource for Emotional Enrichment dispensary to receive her weekly supplement of Low-dose Oxytocin Vital Enhancement. Her feet were tired after a day's work, but there was nowhere to sit. She could feel every crack in the pavement through the thin soles of her shoes. There were five people in front of her, at least a hundred behind her. She glanced over at the much shorter Pay-for-LOVE line wistfully. Maybe one day, she could afford to buy her LOVE, and not rely on government hand-outs.

Out of boredom, Ali read the faded, peeling signs she'd read thousands of times before. "A little LOVE goes a long way!" "A heart a day keeps the blues away!" "LOVE, scientifically proven to reduce loneliness, depression, and anxiety." "LOVE is for everyone!" "LOVE = Happiness = Goodness." She spared a thought for all the people who lived before LOVE. Would she have survived back then?

Her phone vibrated, it was Gary. She hoped she had enough time to wrap up the conversation before she got to the front of the line. It didn't occur to her to decline and call him back. He wouldn't be mad, just disappointed, and Ali knew from experience that life was easier when Gary wasn't disappointed.

"Hi Gary," Ali tried to sound bright and happy, as if she hadn't just worked a 10-hour shift on her feet.

"Hey babe, just checking in on you, are you on your way home?" Gary sounded relaxed, and Ali felt herself relax too.

"Yeah, just standing in line at the FREE LOVE dispensary," Ali said.

"Thanks sweetheart, it means so much that you do that for us."

"Of course," Ali said. She was well past feeling any resentment that Gary never stood in line for their LOVE. After all, like he said, it would be such an inconvenience for him to leave their apartment where he worked from home just to stand in line. So much easier for her to just pick it up on her way home.

"Can you swing by the store on the way home? I'm craving your world-famous stroganoff. Pwetty pwease with a cherry on top?" Gary pulled out his baby voice.

Ali hated the baby voice. It made her feel icky, somehow infantilized and like a dowdy old nurse at the same time. She forced a smile into her voice.

"Sure Gary, I'd be happy to."

"Thanks honey, love ya."

"Love you too Gary, I gotta go, I'm almost at the front of the line." Just two people in front of her now.

"Ugh, why are you always in such a rush to get me off the phone? Are you there with someone else?" As quick as a switch, Gary's voice turned from sweet to accusatory.

Ali's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt her hands go warm and clammy. She froze, unsure what to say.

"I'm sorry babe, that sounded really jealous, didn't it? I didn't mean it, I trust you 100%. I'll see you soon." And just like that, Gary's voice was sweet again, almost apologetic.

"Ok, bye." Ali managed and hung up.

She slid her phone away, just one more person before her. She started going over the shopping list for the stroganoff in her mind, calculating how much it would be. Could she also afford the bottle of wine that Gary said "completed the meal?" While they split the cost of rent equally, she often paid for all their food. Asking him to chip in was more trouble than it was worth. She calculated that if she put off getting new shoes she could afford the wine.

As if on cue, her right shoe clapped as she stepped forward. The sole was separated from the rest of the shoe and had been re-glued multiple times. Another gluing should hold a couple more weeks, and then she'd get new shoes for sure. It would be worth it to make Gary happy.

Without saying anything, the clerk held out a scanner, and Ali placed her ID card under it. The clerk read the scanner and portioned out fourteen heart-shaped pills into a small plastic bag, placing it on the counter instead of handing it directly to Ali.

Ali took the little bag gratefully, and said "Thanks." More out of habit than with any expectation that the clerk would respond.

The clerk simply raised one eyebrow slightly and tilted his head, as if to say, "Move on."

Ali turned, bag in hand. The clerk, through a loudspeaker, said in a gentle, charming voice, completely at odds with his expressionless face, "We are out of FREE LOVE for the day. Come back tomorrow, visit one of our other locations, or move over to the Pay-for-LOVE line." And with no ceremony, pulled down the cover on his side of the counter.

The hundred people behind her in line let out quiet groans, many mumbling to themselves. Some moved off, more moved into the Pay-for-LOVE line. The woman directly behind Ali let out a strangled sob.

"Are you ok?" Ali wasn't used to engaging with strangers, but something about this woman pulled at her heart and it was unusual for people to display sadness in public. The woman reminded her of her mom, in her forties, brown hair peppered with gray. Laugh lines and worry lines on a kind face.

"My children," the stranger whispered. "They've never been sad in their lives."

"Can you take them to the church?" It was well known that the church gave LOVE to anyone who could sit through their sermon. It was handed out right after the communion, and Ali had many memories of sitting on the pews, warm between her parents, as they waited for their portion of LOVE. It was where she'd developed the ability to think through problems in her mind, to tune out and turn inwards, relying on her own imagination, feeding her dreams while appearing outwardly attentive.

The woman's eyes, holding back tears, turned hard and stubborn. "No." But then her eyes dimmed to despair. "I suppose we will have to."

Ali understood. Her parents had encouraged her to think for herself, and even though the church told them how to think, how to live, they knew not to take the lessons to heart. At church it was Mom and Aunt Jo. Only at home could it be Mom and Mama. Ali had not stepped foot in the church since her parents had passed.

The woman pulled a locket from her shirt and opened it, drawing strength from what she saw inside. At a glance, Ali could see four faces, two women on one side, and on the other, two children. Ali's parents had worried constantly about her getting enough LOVE growing up. Looked for any sign of sadness, depression, anxiety. Ali remembered pretending to be happy so her parents wouldn't give up their own LOVE for her.

Without thinking, Ali opened the bag still in her hand and carefully drew out four hearts. "Here."

The woman looked up, shocked, and gently took the hearts from Ali's hand. "Thank you," she whispered."

"You're welcome." Ali pocketed her bag and walked away quickly, already regretting her moment of kindness. What would Gary say?

Her shoe clapped as she walked, mocking applause for her grand gesture. She could go on half rations for a week, she'd done it before when Gary needed an extra dose. It would be fine.

She tuned out the sound from her broken shoe and focused on her grocery list. Ali rounded the corner and collided with someone, causing them to drop a sign. Feeling out of sorts already, Ali took a moment to gather herself by picking up the sign. It read, REAL LOVE IS INFINITE. Oh no, she thought, an Endless Love Freak. The ELF, as they called themselves was gathering their composure also, looking a little rattled from the collision.

"Sorry I bumped into you," Ali said, holding out the sign and hoping she could get out of this encounter quickly. Gary didn't like to wait too long for dinner.

"That's ok, thanks," the ELF took the sign and smiled warmly at Ali. "Hey, are you ok?"

Ali's face must have given something away, "I mean, no, but what can you do?" She was surprised to have given such an honest answer. It was out of character for her to burden anyone with her real feelings, let alone a stranger. People with too many negative emotions were considered LOVE-less. Obviously, they couldn't afford enough of the heart to be happy.

The ELF's smile turned slightly sad, not with pity, but with empathy. "It's ok not to be ok, I'd be happy to listen if you ever need a friendly ear. My name is Robin."

"Thanks, Robin, I'm Ali." It was the kindest offer Ali had received in a long time. A very long time. Such a small thing, but it threatened her protective shell. She felt seen and vulnerable at the same time. To distract herself from the uncomfortable feeling, she focused on Robin's face, trying to come up with a polite conversation ender.

Robin's face was a series of contradictions. An expression of curiosity and child-like wonder, but also wisdom and intelligence that spoke of experience and education. The more Ali looked, the more she was drawn into Robin's eyes, a deep smokey grey. She pulled her gaze away, and the loss of connection was a physical pain. Ali wanted to pull out her bag of LOVE pills and take one right there. Loneliness and longing carved out a familiar hole in her heart. Depression and anxiety weren't far behind. Guilt and apathy nibbled around the edges. Bitterness was an easier emotion to handle.

"How can you possibly believe there's infinite love?" Ali snapped.

"I could give you a thousand reasons, argue with you until the end of time. I could tell you about how people loved before we created the LOVE pill, how they felt a whole range of emotions, but I won't. Nothing I say could change what's in your heart. All I can say is I wish you health, the full spectrum of human emotions, I hope that you find purpose and recognize your own worth. I love you." Robin spoke plainly, but from the heart.

It made Ali angry. "How could you possibly love me? You don't even know me!" But she wasn't angry with Robin, she felt betrayed. How was it possible that she felt more love from this stranger than she'd felt since her parents had left her. Certainly more love than she'd ever felt from Gary.

"I have to go." She felt a wave of emotions threatening to overtake her.

"Ok," Robin said simply, holding out a business card.

Ali took it out of habit and so she wouldn't have to speak again and hurried off. The claps from her unglued sole now sounding like accusatory slaps.

An hour later, finally home, Ali dropped the grocery bags on the floor as gently as she could. She was physically and emotionally drained. She continued moving on muscle memory and sheer stubbornness. She put away the groceries, put water on to boil then retrieved the glue and fixed her shoe, setting it to cure by the front door.

"You're finally home, what took so long?" Gary asked.

"I ran into an ELF on the street," Ali started.

"You ok babe?"

"I'm fine," Ali said out of habit. She felt the slightest stir of affection at Gary's concern.

"You gotta watch out for those nutcases."

"Mm hmm." Ali tuned Gary out as he started on a rant about ELFs and how LOVE was a resource and as such, there was a finite supply. Supply and demand, LOVE was for the deserving, the elite deserved more LOVE, hadn't they earned it? She'd heard this rant so many times, she knew where to nod and make affirmative noises.

He followed her around the kitchen as she cooked her Mama's stroganoff. The familiar motions brought comfort and nostalgia.

They had their own rhythm, Ali thought, as they moved around each other in the small kitchen, Gary stood by the counter as Ali pulled things from the fridge, then by the fridge as she chopped the mushrooms and sliced the beef and cooked it on the stovetop, added the cream and salt and pepper. Back to the counter when she drained the pasta in the sink. A dance, practical, if not romantic. Maybe this is as good as it gets.

"What's that babe?" Gary paused mid-rant.

To Ali's chagrin, she realized she'd said that last part out loud. "Nothing Gary, I'm not sure what I was saying. Just talking to myself."

"Aw babe, it's a good thing you're so cute. I love you, stupid bunny." Gary said with affection, which made it worse in Ali's opinion. If he was nasty, she could fight back. Instead she just felt ever smaller.

She wanted a LOVE pill so bad, she could almost imagine the wave of emotions the pill brought, chasing away the dark shadows, replacing despair with acceptance, the feeling of a hug, that everything would be ok, that feeling of belonging. Her hands shook a bit as she plated their meal and brought it to the table.

"Did you get the wine?" Gary asked, a little too sweetly.

"I did, I know how much you like it." Ali said.

"Don't you mean how much we both like it sweetheart? You're the best. Do you want me to give you some money for all the food?" Gary asked as he opened the bottle and poured them both a glass.

"No, it's fine, I'm good on funds," Ali said, putting thoughts of new shoes out of her mind.

"I'm so proud of you babe, you were such a financial mess when we first met, honestly, you had no sense. Ha ha." Gary always thought his puns were hilarious. Ali shrunk even smaller.

The thought reminded Gary of the LOVE pills. "Oh babe, why don't you give me the hearts so I can keep them safe for both of us." Gary liked to pretend he was the great protector.

"I'll give you yours, but I'd like to hold on to my own this time, Gary." Ali had forgotten until now that she was short the four hearts she'd given to the woman with children. She didn't want to explain her actions to him. Unfortunately for her, Gary was always so good at picking up when she was trying to hide something.

"Give me the hearts sweetie. Now." Gary didn't raise his voice, but the tone made Ali shiver. Reluctantly, she handed over the bag.

It didn't take long for Gary to count, only eleven hearts to last the both of them a whole week, seven days. And the temper he always kept so carefully under wraps started bubbling up. Usually, a heart a day kept Gary's anger away. And when that wasn't enough, Ali always gave him hers, it was easier for her to pretend to be happy than to deal with Gary angry.

"Where are the rest, Ali." Gary's voice was cold ice, the question more of a statement of disappointment. Anger was not far behind.

Ali was so tired, just so tired. She had nothing left for pretending. "I gave them to an older women with children. She needed them more than I do. You can have your full seven, I'll just take the three for the week."

"That's not for you to decide. I can't believe how dumb you are. What if I need more this week? Did you think about that? You're so selfish, so ungrateful, you disgust me. How dare you give away your hearts to some whore on the street? I can't believe I'm with such a lazy, stupid slut."

Ali was speechless, Gary had never been so openly insulting before. He'd hinted, he'd insinuated, but always with a just kidding attitude so she never felt she could take offense. It was almost a relief to hear him say out loud all the things she'd heard under the surface for years. Her silence and lack of response unnerved him.

Gary smiled, "Oh babe, you know I'm just kidding, we'll have to make some sacrifices, but we'll make it work. What are we going to do about that bleeding heart of yours? You're so lucky you have me, no one else could ever love you."

"Robin." Ali whispered. Robin's simple statement of love earlier that day ran through her mind, and with it a storm of emotions.

"Who the hell is Robin?" Gary shouted. "Is she your secret lover? I knew you'd turn out perverted, just like those evil demons who raised you."

Gary's insult to her mothers broke through the storm of emotions like a bolt of lightning, throwing everything briefly, starkly into focus.

"Robin, who I think is non-binary by the way, is the ELF I met on the street today, and I felt more real and honest love from them in five minutes than I have from you in the last five years. I may not deserve your love, but I certainly don't deserve your hate. I'm done."

"I'm done with you first! Get out!"

"This is half my apartment."

"Not according to the lease." Gary's smirk was slimy, and Ali wondered that she'd ever felt a drop of love or affection for such a creep.

He was right, when they'd signed the lease, he'd made up some story about it being better for Ali if only his name was on the lease. Ali realized she didn't care. She didn't care about any of it. There was nothing in this apartment that was worth her spending another second in this lie.

With nothing but her phone and wallet, she walked over to the door, and put on her shoes, hopefully the glue was dry enough by now.

Gary realized she was actually leaving, maybe he'd thought she would try to apologize and smooth things over as she'd done so many times before. "If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back until you're ready to apologize."

Ali said nothing. She thought about all the ways she'd minimized herself to show Gary love. She thought about all the times she'd shorted herself on LOVE, on love, for him. Maybe it wasn't his fault, maybe he was just a product of these times. It didn't really matter, like Robin said, you can't change someone else's mind. She would make the choice to love herself.

"You'll never make it on your own, good luck getting enough hearts to survive out there."Gary sounded desperate.

Ali stepped through the door without looking back, and closed the door behind her. She felt sad, and let herself feel it. She felt pity for Gary, and let herself feel that. She felt fear, but also exhilaration. A feeling of freedom she'd never imagined.

As she walked away, she heard Gary slam the door open. "You worthless bitch!" he screamed. "You're going to die alone and miserable, you freak!"

Something else was simmering up, embarrassment? No, anger. Anger made her feel hot, made her blood rush. She felt powerful.

Freak. Ali pulled Robin's business card from her pocket. Endless Love Freak, Robin Hart (they/them), with a number underneath. And on the back, Love is infinite. Are you ready?

"Yes." Ali said to herself, and called Robin's number.

An art gallery is a double pleasure,

If like me, colours fill your ears

With musical symphonies,

Each painting a different one.

When I look at Matisse’s Madras Rouge

I hear Mozart’s ‘Jupiter’ symphony.

Blues are the winds like trumpets and clarinets.

Reds are the percussion like drums and cymbals.

Yellows are the strings like piano, violins and violas.

Blue, red and yellow give us

All the splendid colours of the rainbow,

And when I look at it, I hear nature’s symphony.

Echoes in the night,

I hear you calling,

My spirit stirs to your whispers

As I reach out to you.

The star light beckons me,

Like a night light watching over me

And the wind's caress reminds me of you.

Echoes in the night,

I sense your smile,

My heart sings.

And I reach out to you.

The moon dances with the clouds,

In the same way my soul dances

With the memories of your touch.

Echoes in the night,

I listen for the sounds

Of your heart calling

And I reach out to you

Once more as the dawn

Slowly approaches.

The morning dew awakens me

As if it were tears from fallen Angels.

And, as I call out your name,

I awaken to realize

You were the dream...

And I?

I was only the dreamer...