This Standoff Never Stood A Chance: He vs. She
Cringe Now
Her eyes exude pearl-grey patience
with the timer nearly run out
and panic bides seconds on a storekeeper’s face
gracefully aged enough
to qualify as somebody’s grandpa.
Her question…straightforward
but coupled
with a disarming comprehension of commerce
and transaction principles.
Not blinking.
And not moving without an answer.
“That Atlas Puzzle Book for my time please, Sir?”
Responds to preliminary queries without hesitation
that He felt stupid asking,
“What’d you need it for? Can’t it wait? Maybe you can find one at the library? Your Mama know ya here? How ‘bout I give you some candy instead?”
No. He. Didn’t.
This one
ALL business.
“I’m a kinesthetic learner, you even know what that means? I need to commit the countries to memory fast. Already checked County Library, Papi, y nada. Do your Mama know YOU’RE here? Does my face look like it wants candy? So…you got work for me or what?”
Out of the two,
no question
who got the bigger kahunas.
Short stuff delivered an impromptu employment breakdown:
“Man gets job that pays money per hour on standard contract. Job responsibilities laid out in said contract to be completed per standard workday. It’s Saturday 10am; ergo, there are tasks left. I’m asking to finish said tasks for time equal to but not exceeding the book cost. No formal contract, no go-between. Cuàl es el problema? What’s the problem?”
Man doesn’t wanna seem patronizing
as Man is aware that Girl can slice him up for an early lunch.
“It ain’t that simple,” Man says, “You’re like, five. There are child labor laws.”
Girl says, “Informal agreement, off the books. Quid pro quo.”
Man’s jaw drops.
Girl’s foot taps.
Says He’ll, “Catch flies like that.”
Girl’s face questions Man’s competence for employ.
Doesn’t need a word said as
has a countenance brought forth
from generations upon generations on a mission.
Ain’t wasting a minute.
Tries to feel sorry for Man.
Fails.
Adjusts body position to power stance.
Huffs once to puff out cheeks She’s been told
are irresistible.
Exudes energetically how much of a no-brainer this is
but will accept a yes or no.
It’s lack of response that’s infuriating.
Caramel-colored hands reach up for a handshake
of 'live and let live'
and Man knows His last ten ‘til payday
will buy said item without further argument
as He searches recesses of mind for 5-year-old resolve,
and a shortcut for life transformation,
since he had to
have missed a step.
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Comments (7)
Fantastic writing! I didn't want the story to end!
He was clearly mincemeat from the first line! 😁
"as Man is aware that Girl can slice him up for an early lunch." This was my most favourite line! Gosh I wish I could get a slice of him too. I'd like to eat it with my sandwich. Oh yes, I'm a vegetarian. But only for animals. Not humans 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!
Delightful exposition of an epiphanic encounter which shall bless his memory for the rest of his life.
Outstanding! The imagery, the dialogue, and the whole premise of the piece were riveting! The final lines of his reflection on the interaction were an excellent close.
Oh, I loved this! I could see her standing defiant and feel his resolve dwindle.
Sand Sea Sistar, loved your performance poem!!!💕❤️❤️