Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Hi readers! Still recovering from my toe injury -- thanks for all the good thoughts. Going to post a poem today and will be back at you tomorrow.
I don’t even like boobs, my friend’s boyfriend said to anyone
who would listen. “What a waste.” She wandered by
in her black push-up gown, not speaking as he poured
more Rum and Coke, more Rum than Coke. I thought
back to my mother’s friend who drank the same thing.
She’d sit in our kitchen for hours and once, looking at me
in my leotard before gymnastics practice, said, “You
have great legs. Too bad your top part doesn’t match.”
She let me sip some of her drink that night, but it
was so sweet that I couldn’t drink enough to enjoy it.
Nothing much changed over the years, but I know enough
to nod and smile when the boyfriend says, “You have
great legs. It’s like something you’d see in a magazine.”
I pretend like I’m drinking what he is, but he’s too drunk
to realize I’ve switched to something with bite, something
that tastes like it could really hurt you if you let it.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"A man's most open actions have a secret side to them." Joseph Conrad
Drinking fun suggestion: Joe's Lemonade -- teeny tiny lemonades meant for children, but perfect for adults who like tiny boxes and straws.
Benedictions and Maledictions