I was pouring my heart out
to him in the
kitchen when his
iPhone rang.
he answered it
without thinking.
he was:
a. so secure in our deep, abiding love that he already knew all that mushy
stuff and found my verbal vulnerability redundant. or
b. he was preoccupied, as usual. or
c. he wasn’t listening in the first place; I mean my lips moved but
the sound was on
mute.choose one, please.
©2010
The Juice Bar 
D. all the above and more.
And sometimes, fill the blank.
Hope all is well with you!
Thank you for your writing.
Love, Matthew
Love this Alexis, he adores you! Maybe he was stoned???
I love your blunt take no prisoners style!
The photo says it all — baby, I’m just a man. But some of us know too, that he can find a hard drive lost in some clean room in Kentucky. I bet he will make it up to you in spades. – Marcus
Alexis,
You so well describe the emotins engendered when not being heard by a loved one, someone whom you thought you could always count on for sustenance in a time of need. Fortunately, these moments are fleeting in a good relationship and then we go on to love, love, love again.
xoxo
Roz
I must pass this on. I know you all so well and I know Fancher. This poem put a smile on my face because he is a man and YOUR man.
love it for it’s simplicity/succinctness/right-on-ness. moving and funny simultaneously. and, it’s true….as much as we love and adore someone, we’re human after all. seeing yer sis and her husband tonight. much, much love to you and jim.
This is great! I think we all feel this way sometime or another and like you, I am with my perfect mate.
Love, hugs and kisses,
Laurie
“Marriage- Sometimes”. Uh, yeah…..PERFECT!
I like when you diverge. ox
I reeeeeally am fond of this poem. It was playful, but said something significant at the same time. That photo is great.
It’s so refreshing to have a bird’s-eye view of an ordinary marriage conversation, in a perfectly ordinary setting, on a wonderfully ordinary morning. Plus the added internal female conversation with herself…
I love it!
d. it’s a Pavlovian response. A ringing iphone must be answered.
The photo is Wonderful!
Hugs and Squeezes! B.
I agree with Bennie…
Great post.
Oops-busted. In spite of our best intentions, we (men) sometimes go away for a moment.
If we’re really, really lucky, you’re still there when we regain consciousness. You couldn’t have painted a better picture.
Such a fast moving life~~~~~Only a couple of years ago I would asking “What’s an iphone ?”
brilliant brilliant brilliant!
you are such a great poet, alexis.
wowee….
cuts it all right open, doesn’t it?
and that stunning photo.
a keeper, for sure….
poem & fancher.