Today the wind blew through my minute hair and caressed my skin: a sometimes lover as I lay on my back on top of the blue and red checked quilt and the sun bathed my skin with rainbows.
Soft grass curves over my bare feet. I push motherhood and sweatpants up over my knees and stare blankly at chipped, red, nail polish.
I imagine I am wrapping my hair in a bun around my crown and sticking it with chop-sticks and Chinese umbrellas and sipping a martini as though I enjoyed the taste.
My shopping bag drags under my bare elbow. It chants and pats my hip bones
Quer-swish. Quer-swish.
Canada Geese on the man-made pond [meant to hold residue from our parking lots]: there are already reeds there. They grow through the cracks in the asphalt.
I skim my flip-flops from the men's section over rubble and concrete and suburban wasteland and littered McDonalds cups and wasted piercings and beer bottles: Crushed.
The sky is high and the sun fierce. I pad through the trail in the bit of woods we left behind. We left it when we built our townhouses.
1 comment:
Beautiful! Your eloquent words take me there.
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