Men, We’ve Been Deceived

-M. Taggart
Micro Non-Fiction
Written 10/11/18

 

Men, We’ve Been deceived.

 

I was severely ill and shook in front of an electric heater while wearing only briefs. I remember turning the heater dial to high. She came home and stepped over me.

I was in college at the time. It was her idea to get our apartment before we were ready. Just as it was her idea to have sex before I was ready. She pushed wanting sex with leverage of breaking up until I relented.

When she stepped over me the second time, to leave, I had realized what I needed to do.

My fever was so high that I was seeing things that weren’t there.

I knew Megan was the right one when she drove, from two states away, to bring to me a family remedy to help alleviate a massive canker sore located on my tongue. I had only just mentioned I had one. And she was there.

-M. Taggart
Copyright 2018

 

Poem – To Trust

It was bitter cold as the sun sunk into slumber.
Trust rang its bell over the ice-covered lake,
waiting to learn – The constant wind
blew snow into faces and froze lungs
fighting for oxygen – Again the bell rang,
cracking the ice, leading the way.

-M. Taggart

poem

The common necessity of sight
often dwells alone in the minds
of able bodies whom were gifted
the ability to see- And they walk on,
scratching at themselves.

-M. Taggart

My Life

The rain was pounding down while I was driving back to Western, MA.
Easily a place to be considered as a non-destination within the construct
of my current mindset. I’d rather not drive in the pouring rain; to a town
I dislike to visit, to then park on the street, within feet of the very courthouse
that put me in jail twenty years ago. I’m a realist however. I was in a fist fight.
I won. He lost. He got what he deserved. I got what I deserved. End of story.

It’s simple really. I applied for an electricians helper license in the state of Maine.
One of the online questions was this, “Have you ever been convicted of anything
in any court of law.” I have. I was, and I wasn’t about to lie. Lying is the weakness
laying in the corners of every mind and only the simplest of people lean in that direction
on purpose or very often as to prove to themselves that only fake can control their outcome.

I answered, “Yes.”

Next page please. However, instead of a new set of questions,
I read a pop-up informing me that the state of Maine Electricians Board will need documentation from the court concerning the conviction. along with a letter written by
me explaining the circumstances. Oh, how I enjoyed the writing of that letter! I may have mentioned that the judge who sentenced me can be found on YouTube slapping a police officer while intoxicated in the town of Northampton, MA, and has since been removed of duty. Funny how things like that happen. Funny too, that as part of my sentence handed down by this incredible being of life, was that I was to NEVER step foot in the premises of said ‘Burger King’ again. And, funny too, that I decided to drive to this fine establishment after having visited the courthouse, documents in hand, to find that this particular Burger King has failed. The windows are boarded up and the Burger King sign is dismantled/falling down. The building is in decay. Apparently I won this one, too.

I’ve never been ashamed of my jail sentence. I believe my time there was important, and is as important to me as having put myself through college and graduating with a BA from the Isenberg School of Management, UMASS, Amherst.

My helpers license is in my wallet. Let’s see what else I can do.

Odd Walking Thoughts

Drag muddied thoughts below where boots belong. Have you seen the eyes below. Stable happens after explosive actions, or, before them; just before we thought we knew enough to say so, but then again we didn’t. So, there was a boot, and the footprint is dying.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018