Ms. Dancehall, the Senator Is On the Line
Yes, yes, yes, but first…
Ah, sweet release!
So warm and welcoming;
parted lovers reuniting
in the first days of spring,
fall into bed together,
skin bared to the sun, shameless
with pleasure, desires filled,
sweat from one falls on the other;
a body so well-known.
My fingers dig in and explore
the one who will nourish me later
who nourishes my spirit now --
letting me forget
just for a while
Yes! I was out in the garden today, planting some root crops and digging up others. Parsnips, spicy-sweet from overwintering in the ground. I’ll roast them for dinner tonight.
…I’ll thaw out the pheasant, marinate it, and serve the parsnips with that on Wednesday night.
Oh yes, the phone call.
I got home from work last night and my mom called. O answered.
His eyebrows lifted.
“I’ll let you tell her,” he said, handing the phone to me.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi. I got a phone call. For you.”
“Oh really? Who?”
“Senator Dick Durbin.”
“Really? Which was it for, the Santorum-Durbin Amendment or H.R. 683?”
Pause. “Something about trademarks?”
“Cool. That’s H.R. 683. So what was it, some recording?”
“No! He called you. Just now. I missed it. Do you want to hear the message?”
So, she put the phone up to the answering machine, and there he was, Senator Dick Durbin, in the flesh (or rather, in the voice) telling me he appreciated my concern about H.R. 683, that he liked the points I made, and the bill passed with the requested changes. If I had any questions, I could call him.
“So why did he call here?”
“I have no idea. I gave him your address—”
“Because I thought it’d have more impact if I gave him an
“Well. He called. He must have looked it up.”
“Cool. Vote for him, ok?”
“Um. Sure. Should I expect another call from the senator? What was that other thing?”
“Funding for fighting AIDS and malaria. I doubt he’ll call; that’s a huge issue. He’d be on the phone the rest of his life for that one.”
“Ok. But if he does, should I give him your number?”
I just laughed. “Yeah, sure, why not?”