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Tenth Entry- Affaire II
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family Children in a pool of water
watch me cross my brown legs, and sit with a magazine,
critisizing the stick-thin women in mags.
I don't know when I'll have time to write again, so I needed to explain further my life as I know it now.
In the mornings, I wake up next to my husband. I reach out to touch his auburn curls, I get up, throw on jeans and a t-shirt, wake up the children, bathe some of them, dress some of them, come in and make them eat breakfast. (My children hate eating, and I refuse to let them leave without anything in their stomachs.) I let Rev take two of them to school, drop three off at daycare, and come back to find Harry with the baby. I spend time with the youngest and my husband; I read and write for class, I research things I don't know. I go to class for awhile, write an article that may sell for 50$ if I'm lucky. I go to class.
I sit in the back of the classroom, my legs underneath me, like a schoolgirl I've been told. I look only at my paper-only catching the eye of my professor once or twice. Grey eyes. Sometimes blue if the light comes in from the window right. He looks like the actor Edward Norton, except for a beard, the eyes, and a few grays around the temple. He is young to teach. The front row is filled with girls much younger, prettier than me. After class, I linger. He watches and smiles at me as I come down to kiss him.
We smile and talk, he listens to what I have to say about Chaucer, about Milton, about Eco and Kipling, about global warming and corrupted politicians. He is not married, he has no children, no family. He used to have a girlfriend who had no job and no brain. He says he loves it when I wear yellow sundresses. I laugh and feel like I've found air to breathe. We embrace before I leave.
I go home to find my children picked up and at home, playing on the floor, reading on the couch, watching cartoons, or eating Cheerios out of the box. Rev is usually drinking wine-it is that time in the evening where everything seems warm and golden. The light makes everything summer. My best friend puts his hand on my shoulder and smiles at me, gives me a sip of his wine. Where's he? I ask, and follow Rev's finger as I look for my husband. He's outside, and he gives me a look that says I know where you've been. I smile, he catches me in his arms, he kisses me. He understands that no matter what happens, "Edward" and he are not the same. The love I have for each is not the same. He looks at me, wants to say something, but just wraps an arm around me and leads me inside. Once he was a little drunk and said, They look at you. I knew what he meant. But I didn't believe it until now.
He would never
though physically, yes. It's insane to believe..
In him? We caught each other's eyes and knew it.
watch me cross my brown legs, and sit with a magazine,
critisizing the stick-thin women in mags.
I don't know when I'll have time to write again, so I needed to explain further my life as I know it now.
In the mornings, I wake up next to my husband. I reach out to touch his auburn curls, I get up, throw on jeans and a t-shirt, wake up the children, bathe some of them, dress some of them, come in and make them eat breakfast. (My children hate eating, and I refuse to let them leave without anything in their stomachs.) I let Rev take two of them to school, drop three off at daycare, and come back to find Harry with the baby. I spend time with the youngest and my husband; I read and write for class, I research things I don't know. I go to class for awhile, write an article that may sell for 50$ if I'm lucky. I go to class.
I sit in the back of the classroom, my legs underneath me, like a schoolgirl I've been told. I look only at my paper-only catching the eye of my professor once or twice. Grey eyes. Sometimes blue if the light comes in from the window right. He looks like the actor Edward Norton, except for a beard, the eyes, and a few grays around the temple. He is young to teach. The front row is filled with girls much younger, prettier than me. After class, I linger. He watches and smiles at me as I come down to kiss him.
We smile and talk, he listens to what I have to say about Chaucer, about Milton, about Eco and Kipling, about global warming and corrupted politicians. He is not married, he has no children, no family. He used to have a girlfriend who had no job and no brain. He says he loves it when I wear yellow sundresses. I laugh and feel like I've found air to breathe. We embrace before I leave.
I go home to find my children picked up and at home, playing on the floor, reading on the couch, watching cartoons, or eating Cheerios out of the box. Rev is usually drinking wine-it is that time in the evening where everything seems warm and golden. The light makes everything summer. My best friend puts his hand on my shoulder and smiles at me, gives me a sip of his wine. Where's he? I ask, and follow Rev's finger as I look for my husband. He's outside, and he gives me a look that says I know where you've been. I smile, he catches me in his arms, he kisses me. He understands that no matter what happens, "Edward" and he are not the same. The love I have for each is not the same. He looks at me, wants to say something, but just wraps an arm around me and leads me inside. Once he was a little drunk and said, They look at you. I knew what he meant. But I didn't believe it until now.
He would never
though physically, yes. It's insane to believe..
In him? We caught each other's eyes and knew it.
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