Little Vines written on 3/2/23.
My closed living room drapes.
Do I have a secret valuable enough that
I bother to conceal it?
Fleshy pod fingers pressed pink.
A handful of silver slimy change.
The cashier’s cross expression.
her face glows
Not what I’d expected. More – visceral –
somehow. But yes, definitely –
She’d been swallowed up by the fog.
Stretched out gym shorts hanging off my butt
I clomp down the basement stairs
Guess it’s way past time to do some laundry
Lady – what heaves over?
Open personality. If the lady says.
Drawings decide – I like size large.
with a very muscular pen
she signed her name
one hundred careful letters
Your heart depicted smaller than it really is,
in paint watered-down three times
and yet still the brightest color on the page –
Nothing can diminish you.
Today I waltz
in frills and feathers
My hopes open and expand
in this smorgasbord of friends
I think of myself as a generous slice
cut from a well-baked cake
the gym membership I use once
the greasy takeout dinners I eat every night
I have learned nothing
the rain stops. the clouds dissipate.
a black car passes on the road below.
the stars return. you will not.
salt tears and
sugar kisses and
I love you more than anything
8 thoughts on “Little Vines 6030 – 6042”
These are all great but my favourite of the bunch is #6039. It’s a wonderful metaphor. I hope that I am a big slice of cake. I had a visceral response to #6031 as it brought back a memory from my days working a supermarket checkout and having to deal with the sweaty and sometimes filthy hands of customers as they handed over cash.
I love cake, and I would be thrilled if someone thought of me in this way! As for the change, I know several people who handled cash as part of work (I am thinking of a friend who was a bank teller way back when) and they all say what you just did about cash. Ugh.
6033–I read fog as frog…that works too. (K)
I can’t stop laughing. I love the frog version maybe even better than what I wrote.
#6034 made me snort laugh! It made me think of son#1 – the socks had zero elastic and looked like white puddles around his ankles. He admitted he was down to the end of his clothes and needed to do laundry!!
I am laughing. Because I know the feeling of, I have to wear the absolute rock bottom items in my wardrobe because I didn’t get to doing laundry. I remember this especially from when I was young and had to go to the laundromat and I’d put off doing the wash forever because I didn’t like going out to do the wash. Getting my own washer was a dream come true.
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