Excerpt 2

Lonely Lover

Oh, but if only i could steal a little more than the 4.7 seconds she affords me for greetings each morning!

“Hey, how you feelin today, sister?”
i’m fine, thanx.

Smiling, always, in a neighborly way, fulfilling her neighborly duty and moving on to  the day’s next task.  No pause in her stride.  No extended eye contact.  The whole exchange, warm, but…well, not exactly the temperature i’d like.

She doesn’t even know my name.  She: Kimberly.  Her favorite flowers are Marigolds, which she grows on her porch.  And Nefertiti better go somewhere if Kim decides to tuck one into  her auburn-tinged hair.  Gliding, as she does, down the street like a Spike Lee scene—long, denim skirts perched on slim waist—leaving frankincense and desire in her wake.  A smile that lights up the whole block like  springtime.

Kimberly, from which fruit stand do you pick your smiles?  i wanna bring them to you throughout the day!

But i can’t, because she got a man…if you can  even call him that.

Hold on now, i ain’t hating.  i’m just observing.

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© amari johnson 2011