My admiration welled up inside as she spoke:
Her mouth movements produced pretty noises.
My grin had become rictus; my eyes locked
To hers: they flickered as she read my face.
Her mouth movements produced pretty noises,
Still, on and on she went, until I pressed my lips
To hers: they flickered as I read her face.
Her expression was tired, a stillness hung expectantly, then
On she went, until I pressed my lips
Against my finger and she stopped truncated.
Her expression was tired, a stillness hung expectantly, as
She put her hand in mine. I could feel her warmth
Against my fingers and I stopped truncated.
It was over, all over. I understood.
She put her other hand in mine. I could feel her warmth
Leave, as she made for the door.
It was over, all over. I don’t understand
And then there was nothing, nothing. I wasn’t ready to
Leave, as she made for the door.
The pretty noises still haunt the rafters, and I still don’t know.
10.11.2007
10.08.2007
Grievances to Lisa the Receptionist, Greenberg Traurig, LLP
From: Radocay, Jonathan (BStf-OC-Rec)
Sent: Monday, October 01, 2007 6:01 PM
To: Lidestri, Lisa M. (BStf-OC-Rec)
Subject: RIP
Dearest Lisa,
Our beloved printer has passed on. I think we should meet to arrange services. The mortician, Mr. Doray, placed the death at around 5:30 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, the first of October, in the year of our Lord two-thousand and seven. I am grieved as I am sure you are as well, but we must concentrate on the good times we've shared; the laughs and cries; the wisdom imparted. I don't think we'll ever again be blessed with a printer of such outstanding caliber.
And our mouse. The water proved too much to bear; insanity has afflicted it. I'm sorry. This was my fault. I thought it thirsty -- little did I know then, water is poison to this gentle creature. Mr. Doray comforted me, though. Another mouse will enter our service.
Oh sweet heavens! As I write this morbid letter, our little tucker the mouse has grown well. Mr. Doray, however, has provided a companion just in case. It is in your personal drawer.
I fear of late I am the bringer of death; the bleak grim: a most accursed omen. Forgive me if you ever could. I've half a mind to enter the priesthood, after all that I have done. I can only hope God can forgive my most egregious sins.
With great sorrow and regret,
Jonathan D. Radocay
Intern
Greenberg Traurig, LLP
Sent: Monday, October 01, 2007 6:01 PM
To: Lidestri, Lisa M. (BStf-OC-Rec)
Subject: RIP
Dearest Lisa,
Our beloved printer has passed on. I think we should meet to arrange services. The mortician, Mr. Doray, placed the death at around 5:30 p.m., Pacific Standard Time, the first of October, in the year of our Lord two-thousand and seven. I am grieved as I am sure you are as well, but we must concentrate on the good times we've shared; the laughs and cries; the wisdom imparted. I don't think we'll ever again be blessed with a printer of such outstanding caliber.
And our mouse. The water proved too much to bear; insanity has afflicted it. I'm sorry. This was my fault. I thought it thirsty -- little did I know then, water is poison to this gentle creature. Mr. Doray comforted me, though. Another mouse will enter our service.
Oh sweet heavens! As I write this morbid letter, our little tucker the mouse has grown well. Mr. Doray, however, has provided a companion just in case. It is in your personal drawer.
I fear of late I am the bringer of death; the bleak grim: a most accursed omen. Forgive me if you ever could. I've half a mind to enter the priesthood, after all that I have done. I can only hope God can forgive my most egregious sins.
With great sorrow and regret,
Jonathan D. Radocay
Intern
Greenberg Traurig, LLP
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