Soccer Coach
There are about a hundred good reasons why no sane person would ever coach soccer, he told me on the drive home, but I forget most of them when I’m on my meds & then we laughed wildly in the bright spring air.
Soccer
What are the rules? I said & he said you run & you run & you run until you fall over. There’s a couple others in there for variety, he added, but that’s the main one.
Smiling Eyes
She turned to me & whispered, don’t you just love it when you get so excited you forget to breathe? & the thought of her smiling eyes still makes me laugh.
Smart Exercise
If you were smart, you’d probably spend more time stretching, he said
& I said, If I were really smart, I’d probably spend more time just sitting in the shade drinking lemonade
Smaller World
I know he’s not really gone, she said, but the world still feels smaller to me today.
Small World
We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.
Small Town
Everywhere’s a small town, she said, if you do something that bothers enough people.
Slumber Party
I don’t know if I really believe in all the saints, she said, but I pray to them anyway. It makes every night feel more like a slumber party.
Slow Pitch
How’re you doing? I said & he said we’re undefeated in our appreciation of the game. That’s against incredible odds, he added.
Slow Heat
melting in the slow heat of a summer night, damp with the dark air & thoughts of you
Slow Cure
has some sort of disease where you hallucinate & start to not believe in love, but after a year or two, or even sometimes ten or twenty, it cures itself & all that’s left are a few little red spots that twinge & ache whenever you get too near someone else that has the disease & it’s all you can do to stop from reaching out & holding them close
Slow Change
prepared for most every eventuality if it doesn’t happen too fast
Sloth
I’m waiting for sloth to come back in style, he said.
You may wait a long time, I said.
That’s OK, he said, I can use the practice.
Sleeping Man
What I’m mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don’t see much future in it.
Slapping Sharks
What’s that thing? I said. O, that’s an oar, he said, in case we hit a calm stretch & we decide we need more excitement & also it’s good for slapping sharks.
Six Minutes
Time to come out, I told him & he said he’d only been in for 6 minutes & I said that’s not true. You’ve been in the whole day & he shrugged & said all he could remember was the last 6 minutes.
Single Point
tries not to change perspective too often because it makes her ears pop
Single Mind
If I love you with all my heart, she said, what will you give me? & then she stopped & said I didn’t have to answer that because she was going to do it anyway.
Sing Along
Ever since I found out I was schizophrenic, he said, I’ve been making up songs that are easy to harmonize with. I really like a good sing-a-long.
Sin Box
Three stories: Variations on a sin theme 1.) I see stuff like this a lot in my dreams, so I decided it should at least be doing something useful while I figure out what it means. 2.) I’ve tried to keep my sins organized over the years. That way I can correct it quickly if I find I’m missing out on something good. 3.) This box could probably put a curse on someone who believed in that stuff, like a burglar maybe. Personally, I don’t believe in curses, but I don’t think I’d take anything from a box that looked like this either just to be safe.