Talons

A Collection of Glimpses

After The Flood

Hapened?

Mr. Meyers has called my attention to the word "hapened."
(See above.) I looked it up. He is correct. "Hapened" is incorrectly spelled.
I apologize.
thank you.

What hapened to Mr. Meyers Yesterday

Yesterday, Mr. Meyers tells me, Mrs. Flynn, a neighbor, on her back porch again, and plastered again was throwing empties into his yard. Responding to knocking, and leaving Mrs. Flynn, Mr. Meyers discovered a U.P.S. woman at his front door, a large cardboard box in her arms. One side of the box, he noted, was perforated and on all other sides red labels informed that inside the box resided something alive. He signed, than inquired of the U.P.S. woman, saying something like, Dear Mrs., please understand, I have an uneven record with living things I allow entrance into my home. They die, he informed her, or worse, they linger. The U.P.S. woman appeared to be listening so he asked her if she might take the box around back and put it in the alley, where, explaining further, Mr. Meyers said that someone better suited to the care of living things eventually would pass and whatever resided in the box’s interior would be offered a better home and a longer life then he could provide. The U.P.S. woman told him slowly and carefully that she could not under any circumstance do as he requested then departed in the direction of her brown truck. Mr. Meyers told me that when he lifted the box he found it light. Marching it to the alley and setting it atop a lidded trash container, he put an ear to the box and listened—no scratching, no hissing, he told me—so he opened it. Inside was an orchid. Two spindly stalks each ending in fist-sized magenta and yellow blooms. He recognized the handwriting on the decorative envelope affixed to one of the stalks as that belonging to his ex, a passionate and justifiably unforgiving woman, who, he informs, before giving up on him had both died and lingered numerous times. Tipping his head back and gazing up through the zigzag of wires to where the sky above his alley is located, Mr. Meyers shouted the woman’s name, and, he told me, he may have continued doing so for who knows how long had not Mrs. Flynn got off a good one, the can she’d thrown landing with a mind clearing thud flush against the side of Mr. Meyers head. Mrs. Flynn, he shouted up to her once his wits semi-returned, thank you very much. And for the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening, together, now on her porch, they tossed empties into his yard.

What he does, and does not do, right now

Understands that actively despising a rat-faced colleague at 10:00 pm or thereabouts requires a 5mg tab of favorite yellow medication to mute and morph the image of rat-faced colleague into a sheep.

Has never had a favorite color.

After a divorce once purchased a used chartreuse Fiat and for two years, until the Fiat rusted through, made numerous people unhappy.

Once felt that owning a leather bomber jacket and combing hair like Dwight Harrow —someone he realizes you will never know— would change his life, which it did, but so did induction into the U.S. Army, and so has everything else.

Remains perplexed and saddened at discovery of fact that Jewish husband of Jewish 2nd cousin is a Republican.

Bought a new knit cap and no longer resembles the inventor of the Aqua Lung, a thin and now dead man whose name he can not spell and is too lazy to look up.

Because neighbor across the alley, a shrill and gristly-faced man who insists on holding onto a grudge —obliquely pertaining to a tipped over trash receptacle— has (going by the look of the fellow) already expired and so has decided against the purchase of a Bushmaster Carbon 15 R97S Rifle with extra magazine for $1,768. Instead has purchased a highly touted 32 inch Panasonic LCD for $778 (approx) and has learned much about the troubled oscillations of the world during the sixty-five hours he has so far logged in.