Elena sings on the rooftop
Mehr Eliezer
“You are lucky to be sitting next to me.” Elena would tell me and then take a sip of her hot chocolate.
She wakes every morning and turns on the news, she painfully watches all of those superstars waste their lives. Then she stays at home leaning on her brother’s money. Then she also tells me about the designer clothes that she would wear, Pinks with purples…Blues with browns…oranges with reds…and stripes with stripes. No more shaggy jeans and T-shirts! But that is all that she has now… Shaggy jeans with a blue, black, grey, brown or teal T-shirt.
She tells me that she would be living in a mansion with a big, big glass chandelier in the center of the house and that she would sing under it. But she only has her roof top to sing. She sings there because that is the only place where the angry neighbors do not complain.
She lets go of her voice louder so that the gods hear it and the angels play their harps. Hey silky voice making the birds stay silent and the wind stop whistling. Then the trees sway, thunder strikes, and the plants grow when she stops.
Now Elena liver far, far away with her husband. They live in a small sienna colored house. She lives next to an ocean of wheat with no screaming neighbors around. Now she lives in a house with a rooftop where she sings and sings her sorrows.