Luke and Staci

Luke and Staci

A Poem by Richard

Luke was frustrated all the time.
I think it was only Staci’s silliness that calmed him.

 He asked for very little out of life and got it.
What he secretly wanted was to give lots but get more.
He lived with his mother and 6 sisters.
Staci lived down the road in an abandoned warehouse nee dance-hall.
She was quick and lively.
She had round hair and blonde eyes that when Luke stared into always began to time-travel.
One time he really did and he was transported into her dark past and witnessed first-hand her mother stepping on her mouse, accidentally.
He then understood that the silliness was all an elaborate shell to hide the bad stuff.
A defense tactic we all have, in one way or another.
Once this was revealed to him he began to love her even more.
He could only see her on weekends and holidays because she worked in a shoe factory with one other guy named “Bug John”.
She once asked him in a rare serious moment “I sometimes wonder, Luke, if all the things we wonder about are wondering things about us too?..”
He told her “of course they are .. if they KNoW YOU like I do”
She carried on and teased him about his inability to curl his tongue or roll his r’s.
They discovered kissing with their noses.
Staci was a big fan of the alternate kissing movement.
She decided you could make love without actually making love.
Luke could see his own breath now.
Maybe his breath could see him?
Ice and snow came on hard and bit their ears and made unwanted things hard.
It was so cold they froze together as they hugged for warmth reciting hilarious film lines.
Even the laugh lines froze.
They awoke in spring to find they were the last people on earth.
That was ok.
who needed anyone anyway?

..Nothing else really happened of real significance.

© 2013 Richard


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Richard
Richard

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada



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A Poem by Richard