Maureen Seaton Miami (Denise Duhamel)
I never had a nemesis before. I kinda like it.
~Felicity Smoak, The Flash
Wonder what I’d be today if I was still married to my Wall Street husband
besides married to a Wall Street husband and puking gin in a silk sheath
at Delmonico’s. I might be a blond size 4. I might be a secret Democrat
or a weekend lesbian. This morning five planes flew over the yard in a V
as I was about to dig into a pile of lavender pancakes al fresco. The V
flew low and slow. It flew loud and ominous. It alarmed me, sounding
a lot like the war movies of my fifties’ childhood. My cranky Chihuahua
was proverbially biting at flies and I was sitting there not thinking about hate.
Recently, I experienced life with cancer. An intoxicating time, richly infused
with the liquor of death, but good too because no one expected much of me
and I was left to my own mind, which is what I’m missing most these days.
Unless that’s it over there, screeching on two wheels around the racetrack.
Today I typed gnos instead of song and I wondered if it was some new app
designed to mess with me. I’ve never thought to call the world sweet before.
A nemesis can do that for you, make things taste different. Suddenly you’re
a hero/ine. All this devastation—and you’re still standing in the middle of it.
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