Scotch on the Rocks
by Shoshauna Shy
I wear want-me red with matching stilettos and the bracelet he brought from Venezuela, the earrings received for a birthday meant to echo my crystalline eyes which must not blur with tears. I caress his wrist (be supportive yet casual), inhale cologne and light perspiration upon his return from another adventure chauffeured to outposts in company cars. Staying home in Sausilito was thoroughly engaging – that new shellac hobby with plastic and trillium, an attempt to prove evenings were plump flying solo – but that charade now a shambles as I (gently) try to illustrate how well I belong on his sofa, or serving enchiladas to his chummy coworkers, coming home to his kitchen, a bouquet in my arms.
I want to trade drinks-&-a-show-with-best-foot-forwards for waffles on the griddle after church Sunday mornings, and a duet of blue jeans clipped to the line even as he insists I love when we meet; what more could you ask for? which translated means This is good as it gets leaving me curious how he spends most of his nights, the deflation when Thursdays don’t bring weekend invites, the dread I will hear I have something to tell you every time we place our order and the waitress disappears.
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.