Thursday, June 23, 2011

naked

lipstick on the teacup steaming bedroom eyes.

glasses resting folded newspaper bookmarked novel.

barefoot toenails pink lotion ringed fingers.

naked on the oriental throw rug.

~


piss fart shit jokes muffled laughter.

worms dirt seaweed sand bottle of beer mosquito bites:

pretty girl-boys don't even look at me.


someday I will be a woman.
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4 comments:

  1. BubbaJune 23, 2011 at 8:34 AM

    A real woman. Nicely stated. :)

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  2. Isabel DoyleJune 24, 2011 at 12:37 AM

    don't grow up too fast ...

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  3. bttrflyscarJune 24, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    yes, ironically I wish I could tell my younger self this, as lonely as she was.

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  4. bttrflyscarMay 14, 2012 at 3:06 PM

    LOL@ don't grow up too fast. On my way to 30 whether I like it or not :P

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