I tried on Mom’s gown at fifteen; already
too small to zip past my hips. Paint it
red. Dining room birds of paradise. Cocktail
shrimp. Hawk’s tail. Brick or birth or a pick-up
you used to drive that we kept keys for. Paint it that living
color I see at “swelling”,…
Three poems of mine at Wicked Alice today. All smiles.
I applied for three restaurant jobs today and set up a tour at another beauty school for this Saturday morning. I’m looking for an inexpensive bike that might carry me from JP (Narnia) to one of my many destinations this summer and I think my friend Anastasia has the perfect one for sale. I’m in the market for a new bed, which really means a bigger version of the bed I had in Providence, and I found out that my full sized bed was somehow ten inches shorter than the queen sized version of the same on the IKEA website.
I am giving two haircuts after work and then meeting Bob at Charlie’s, because I have already done too many responsible things today and I need to remember that flux if temporary at best. Soon I will buy a wing chair and a collection of beautiful area rugs and my room will be a museum of all of the things I fall in love with layered over and over each other like an onion growing larger and larger but never pulled out of the ground.
love song to my twenties