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Banana Split

When you take two bananas to work and tell yourself you shouldn’t put them in your commuter bag

but you don’t want to carry a second bag today, so you do it anyway

and get to work to see that the top of a banana is split open but wonder why it smells so ripe

and then remember there were two, so you pull out your keys and there is banana mush all over them

which prompts you to discretely walk to the ladies room to clean out your bag

and when you start to pull out more items there are banana guts everywhere

so you wipe off what you need to keep, throw away what you can and take the wet work-related papers to the shred bin

which is outside your bosses office so you stop to say good morning

and then go to your desk to start over but grab your mug too quickly

and water goes all over the rug

which prompts another walk to the bathroom

to regroup the hot mess that you are

and when you look in the mirror, there’s banana smash all down your right leg

which makes you wish you had paint thinner to help wash it off

because your black pants are the perfect backdrop for showcasing this Pollack-inspired banana art

which makes you feel happily defeated as you wonder if your boss noticed

that you are a fruit!?!?

Three Scented Blocks

– Smoldering nicotine as not a lady puts out her cigarette against the human services window pane

– Overwhelming perfume as the cashmere figure boards a cab in front of the upscale boutique hotel

– Striking sulfur as an old man lights one up between the coffee shop and the bus station

– Frying cider donuts as the farm stand openers prepare the tourist market for the day

– Harrowing steaming grates portraying unimaginable smells as the Holocaust memorial reminds us of genocide and Ethnic cleansing

– Spiraling vehicle exhausts as all walks of life freely come and go to their selected corners of the city

Life Saver

This author’s writing style is a real treat and right up my alley. I am only a fourth of the way through this book and already have favorite passages. Mameve’s creative descriptions make me linger on the page. I devour every written visual with a smile on my face.

Below are some examples of her descriptive sentences:

  • Illustrating her early lust for rescuing flea market items, “I’d look forward to trash collection mornings the way my lower-school mates anticipated opening day at Fenway Park!”
  • When explaining how her fellow dealer speaks, “He gives the word the theatrical French spin of a Hercule Poirot.”
  • Decorators walking through the antique mall, “…needle heels that pockmark the planked wood floors like acne scars.”
  • On being thoughtful, “I stroke my chin in my best Sherlock Holmes impersonation.”
  • Describing the wrapped package, “…hefting this huge bundle in front of her stomach as if she were pregnant with twins.”
  • Helping the reader understand the loudness, “By comparison, the hand-clapping, hip-swiveling, feet-stomping crowd at a Pearl Jam concert seems subdued.”
  • Relaying a relatable memory, “…my mother used to peel an orange, in one smooth graceful motion, producing at the end of her knife a single continuous spiraling rind.”
  • Her main character judging the younger generation, “I don’t think the daughters look like college material anyway; all that make up and hair points to cosmetology school.”
  • Getting her own makeup applied by a professional using a powder puff, “It goes above my head like the halo of dirt hovering over Pigpen in the Peanuts cartoon.”

I love them all. Now I just need my Linus blankie to really settle in, so I can quietly enjoy more stories within her story. When I’m finished, maybe I’ll also treat myself to a peppermint patty.