Palmistry

Originally Posted Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The weather is terribly lyrical, and I am not.  It often happens that I am not equal to the weather this time of year.  Really, there is no way to be.  But I am especially up and down, and maybe I know why. Nothing to be done about it that I can tell, though, so I will try to suffer through it like a poet.  It is just that when I try to act like one, I get myself into all kinds of trouble.  Why must I think that poetry and danger walk hand in hand?  In times like these, there is Dr. Thompson.  And in that way surely lies madness. 

I went to the gas station and to Whole Foods, and then to Walgreens to get some beauty products after the gym tonight.  Walking through the nearly empty aisles, I saw a woman in black leotards, tennis shoes, and a down vest.  I didn't pay much attention to her, but I came up behind her as I was walking to check out, and I noticed she wasn't wearing anything under her tights.  The curve of her thighs and butt where they joined was especially appealing.  I was surprised since she was not a kid.  Then, after paying for the things to make me beautiful, I turned and saw her in line.  She was someone I knew, someone years ago I came very close to having an affair with before her husband told her no.  He was a semi-famous Iron Man.  I see him around town, and he still doesn't like me.  But he never did before that as we used to run in some of the same circles and for all his skinny assed training, we both knew I would crush him like a grape if it ever came to that.  Boy stuff.  We both knew, though, that it was awfully dangerous with his wife. 

Seeing her in line, I had a few regrets. 

But that was years ago and all that is forgotten now except by me who can only long for such things now.  I shall take to throwing the Tarot again.  I will read them like a mystic.  I will take up Palmistry.  I will tell your future in tea leaves.  Anything.  Just give me a chance. 

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