Wednesday is the new
Monday, Thursday Hump Day, T
GI still Friday.
Category Archives: oddball
New Year’s Eve: ball drop
If we look ahead
in hope, optimism,
then shouldn’t the ball rise?
You love me
Sally Fields said it
best. Be they awards or page views,
validation’s sweet.
Visitors to a dead blog
WordPress stats: twenty-
two-thousand views in ’12. This
despite no new posts.
Hair stylist issues
Bad trim, worse blow dry.
Pitying looks from strangers.
Do I cut and run?
Hoarders on A&E
What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Driving to Chicago
90 knows me well,
her sinuous curves — through five
states — lead me onward.
Because of the media
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
Vaccuming
“You suck!” becomes a
delightful metaphor for
taking it all in.
Rejection
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.