I thought of her again today as I read Oliver Miller's "Rain." The narrator's girlfriend declares her hatred for raincoats. Despite the rain, she discards it and leaves it on a sidewalk. She also hates couches.
At one point the narrator asks, "How could you not love a girl who used the word 'mawkish'?"
Because she makes asinine comments about raincoats and couches and eating, that's how. (You dodged a bullet, my friend.)
Despite her, I quite enjoyed Miller's poetic narration. It's a simply scene really, with just a bit more (and not too much more) clarity than William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow."
2 comments:
One can almost understand the raincoat hatred. You feel like you are clothed in plastic wrap at times. Couch hatred though? Never! Ditto food.
Barbara: Uncomfortable, I'll give you. But she complains, "so ugly," never once giving any consideration as to why it might be practical. Then, like an entitled princess, she wastefully discards it on the sidewalk.
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