I Resent by Nadine Sellers

I resent the sun, blaring disrespectfully on my pain; my school marm dress steaming the last sweat of the day. I resent dry air bleeding my nostrils; alkaline winds corroding tender interstitial tissues within; silica sand creeping lungward. I resent the weather being predictable, as if i could not try to guess if the sun will shine tomorrow in Death Valley? I resent cars passing, people waving clean hands in my direction with friendly flappiness. I don't feel this friendly. I resent giant pick-up trucks loaded with horny motorcycles and four wheelers tied in tow on lazy lowboy trailers. I envy the carelessness of indebted car owners, laughing and yelling as they speed by in polluting caravans of excess. I resent one more belching monster truck being driven in haste, by someone's son with great polluting waste . I resent waking up to trash wedged between thorny rose bushes and up over junipers, where only the wind can reach. I resent grass growing, drinking my future. Flowers sipping desert moisture, and those who expect the best at any cost to nature. I resent weeds sprouting social shame after a spring rain, putting my yard on the hit map for civic concern. O! bitterness tastes better with a hint of revenge, please, just enough foxtail to feel redeemed, to leave a model of landscaping. April rains will have spurred the seed to fruition, a natural inheritance for all efforts at painting a responsible portrait of grace. I resent voices of happy children yelling across the whole block, things better whispered, things only a mother should know. I resent aberrant species of reproductive romance, foistered upon any and all who never dare say no to blessed youth. I declare that those who produce such nefarious creatures should be held accountable, however unfair, to raising them without the help of family slaves. Any mother who allows a child to disrupt my chaotic thoughts should be tied to the kid for seven hours by rope and lock. Any mother who buys any noisemaker above the 80 decibel range should be tied to child and toy for seven hours and one night. Any mother who hasn't learned that you cannot outscream an American kid on a hot afternoon at the mall, should be scraped with sandpaper and dumped on a red ant hill. Not too hard and not too long. Rancor duly extended to feces, leftovers and traces of those pets no one cares for, hungry, thirsty brown eyed beggars and aggressors of private spaces. I resent sound of barking and yipping under my window at 3Am, when the weather is clammy and the sheets are damp, and a whole friendly retinue answers the call of the hound. I resent cats doing what comes naturally with such great distress, with such great noise, when i have to be quiet because of the neighbors sensibilities. I resent these cute, tiny brats on television being paid for things i got slapped for, like asking grand'pa his age? Or spitting out their peas in mommy's face? I resent ads growing proportionately with my own proportions, how dare they raise the bar in my direction, when it took me this long to make my mind up to lower my portions? I resent wrinkle cream on twenty year old models and whitening toothpaste on tanned faces, what, smooth and pasty can't cut the scene anymore? I resent the sugar in the bologna, the political stew and in my tomato soup as well? Who owns the sugar cane anyway? I resent pharmacies and lawyers advertising remedies for whatever would get better with a little time and a lot of patience. Family values? I resent a list of contraindications longer than the positive effects of whatever you did not need to take in the first place. I can't read the mouse print. I swear that every medium which advertises any fruitless activity should offer the transportation and medication to such an event. Nascar anyone? Pass the beer, the aspirin and the TransAm. Disclaimer included, Okay? Yes i (grudgingly) like some kids, some men, some pets. Yes i'm somewhat of a grrrr.. romantic and don't you dare tell anyone, (my image??) i resent that!

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