Blue Monster

Little girl with golden hair, little girl not quite so fair
Cannot sleep like the others do, in the afternoon nap to protect from loo*
She crawls out of the bed to play, in the shade where she must stay
Away from the flood of sunlight at the gate, to avoid a deadly fate
Standing at the cusp of light and dark, she hears a stray dog’s wretched bark
No one on the street at all, then a figure dark and tall
He is blue with fearsome face; tusks, flaring nostrils, red eyes ablaze
Transfixed at him she stares, he looks back at her and glares
Paralyzed she stands at the verge of sun and shade, he turns his head and walks away
In the stark sunlight he disappears, she goes to bed out of fear
Creeping back into the darkness of the room, she wraps herself to her mother’s womb
His visage and gait ingrained in her mind, there he resides for her to find


*Hindi/Urdu- very strong hot afternoon winds that can cause heatstroke and death.

Coma

Did you hear about the man who came out of a 13 year coma?
After he got the hospital bill, he exclaimed "I wish I were dead!"


note: I wrote this joke a few years ago, before Obama had been inaugurated.
In light of his health care reforms, I do not know how this joke would be altered.
While I understand some aspects of the reforms, a lot of it makes my head hurt...

a foot

Today has been a fragile day.
I was crossing the street around 8:45 this morning, I was hit by a shiny red car.
The woman driving turned out to not be a woman, but a girl. A 19 year old girl.
She simply did not see me crossing the street, as she made a left turn.
She could not see past her self.

As I crossed the street, I could see that her vehicle was not slowing down for me.
I stepped back a bit, about a foot.
Still, I was hit by her car.
The passenger side of her shiny red car had hit the left side of me.
I felt my shoulder, arm, leg, and knee colliding with her car.
The collision was relatively minor.
I did not fall, perhaps I was spun a bit.
I was hurt and stunned.

I yelled at her, "Are you driving with your eyes closed?"
She stopped the car, got out, and apologetically answered "no".
She asked me if I was okay.
I wasn't sure.
She asked me what I was going to do.
I did not know.
Then, I asked for her name and phone number.
After some words, I said, "pay attention to your driving."
I wrote down her license plate number and left.

I did got to the hospital, and did the necessary paperwork to have a record of this incident.
At the hospital I was told that I was lucky.
I didn't feel lucky.
The girl was lucky.
The Con Edison truck driver was lucky.
I was not lucky.
I was hurt.

I laughed that though it was a minor accident, it sounded really bad.
I was hit by a car.
I was hit by a truck.

Today, I realized that one incident would warrant, "I am not lucky."
Two incidents, makes me very lucky.