Imagine being at home, sweeping up crumbs and dust. You pans in the cupboard, and put of the pots, bowls, and have set of the trinkets on the counter. Everything seems to be in order. You hear a tink. It sounds like something metal and tiny has collided with the ground. You pat your hair. You hear a bulge of your hair collapses and three tinks. Oh crap! I should not have been in such a hurry this morning, you think to yourself. Your eyes roll, brush your hair and bend over. Your thigh nudges from the fiancée’s glass decoration as you grip the pin. It slides off shards, crashes into the ground, and the table into a million pieces, which spread around the room like dust. Seconds later, the door is arrived at by your Fiancé. His eyes are red. His hair is a wreck. His breath is pulsating and loud. If he had been a dragon, flooding of fire would burst in and out of his singe and nostrils everything that came in his area. He eyes you. He glances at the ground. He gazes at the counter. He glares at you.

pogo pinYour breath starts to pulsate. Your nerves tense. You are chest pumps out and in constant repetition. You pop up like a pogo pin and dash like a doe toward your room. The search is on. He pounces over. Before it is possible to turn the knob, he tosses one, and grabs your wrist, pounds your cheek. Your eyes fill, collects your lashes around, slides you are face and drops your chin off in droplets. Your cheekbone begins to throb. Lavender is turned to by the mild pink around your eye. He starts to roar. The air blends into a sounds cape of moans and roars, which divides into a representation of hell. Your eyes shut. You grip your ears, needing you will transport.

After picking up a DVD in the Patrick Henry Mall the summer of 2003 I stepped on board a bus. Once I took my seat, a woman with black skirt, a bobbed haircut and a shirt stepped on board. She stumbled a little on the stairs, slid the pass and in a voice. I leaned over and turned my head towards her.  First time on the bus, I said. Yes, she returned, and plopped her tush beside mine. She resumes and said she spent the greater portion of the afternoon popping in and out dropping off applications. She told me said she did not have sufficient experience.