I haven’t posted a snapshot for several days, mostly because I’ve been a lazy slug, but today I was shopping for a robe to pack for Ireland and wandered into J.C. Penney in Tallahassee. Finding nothing in the lingerie department to suit me, I checked the swimsuit section because sometimes swimsuit cover-ups are the perfect light robes for travel.
Imagine my confusion when this sight greeted me in swimwear. I’m calling this one, “Not Your Daughter’s Bikini.”
She waved her arms, jumped up and down, but not a single person noticed, even though there were plenty near.
Her bold orange blouse and flamboyant floral jodhpurs, a sight to behold for those who might’ve seen, had
They bothered. A certain age had rendered her transparent, of no apparent interest to the world at large. Their loss,
She thought, launching into a power ballad that threatened to shatter windows. Except no one was listening.
Swept away by fire,
Or was it locusts we fled?
Regardless, death loomed
Pestilence prevailed
By air, mosquitos swarmed us
Nameless diseases
For big oil’s pleasure
We abdicated our role
A plague on our house
There is a gargoyle living in my gut. His gruesome stone snarl scraping against my colon. The heartburn never ends.
He must have moved in as a pebble, a tiny worry about what could be, and every minute since that shitty November day he’s
Grown more abrasive, more corrosive, taking up too many centimeters of my being. He spits acid from a contorted tongue,
Searing the lining of my duodenum, creating blisters that won’t soon heal. Resistance hurts, but acquiescence kills.
Languid summer days
She governed the promenade
Immune to the heat
All the fellows watched
The sway of hips hypnotic
Sweet intoxicant
Heady liaisons
Held inside striped cabanas
Learning to tango
I bought a blue dress,
Fits me like a glove,
Blue lace over silk,
So what’s not to love?
I’ve got those low down, pretty dress blues.
Dress hangs in my closet,
Beside five pairs of jeans,
It looks out of place there,
You know what I mean!
I’ve got those low down, pretty dress blues.
I bought shoes to match
That pretty blue dress,
They’re silver and sexy,
Will I wear them? No guess.
I’ve got those low down, pretty dress blues.
I’ll pack that nice dress
Maybe wear it one night
Shock my dear Studly,
I’ll be such a sight.
I’ve got those low down, pretty dress blues!
(I did buy a dress and heels. Now, whether I wear them in public is a different matter. I’m such a committed blue jean girl, and dresses have a way of bringing out all my insecurities. But, I’m taking this thing to Ireland in hopes that an occasion will call for a dress and heels.)
In Control by Leslie Noyes
See this old witness?
She has seen every cold move
Nothing moves her now.
Look past her beauty
Don’t be fooled by winsomeness
She shot the sheriff
Do not blinfold her
She deserves to see her end
Always in control.
I stopped a young lady, she looked to be ten or so, while I was shopping today and asked if I could take a picture of her adorable shoes. Her dad gave the okay, and I captured this cute photo.
She’d decorated them herself using a combination of Sharpies perfect and rubbing alcohol, and was purchasing supplies to make another pair. I call this one, “Affordable Wearable Art!”
If you’re interested, I found this technique on Pinterest. Looks like a fun summer project!
Praying for Eyebrowz 