Blackberry Tangles

Something Blue

Pale September

Oddities and Entertainment

Today I saw a beautiful woman in La Vie En Rose with hands full of delicious lingerie.

Her second toe
resembled
a man's
penis.


See what you miss out on when you rush through your life?

G.

Something Old, Something Blue

1971

Eileen and Gary
before
they became THEM:
a couple
whose names
were inseparable.

She in a hat, the brim
framing her face,
young
and beautiful;
she beams at him.
Him with his cowlick
and darkish looks
handsome and unrecognizable.

But I know them,
know I am like Him,
not like Her at all.
Some strangeness of being
their first born
not recognizing myself
in their smiles;
me the future
the road turn not yet seen
not yet imagined.

What strikes me though
is how young they are.
How happy.
Something I would not see
for another seventeen years
until well after
their divorce.

Confession

My birthday.

It was a hard one to swallow this year. Hard for various reasons… and then I feel shallow for pouting. I have been given so much this year and then I behave like a spoiled brat.

What is another year, really?

I have been going through a job promotion/interview thingy the last few weeks and something I have to acknowledge is that I am more ambitious than I gave myself credit for. And secondly, I so want to be on the other side of the desk. The person out in the field, getting mucky and loving it. The heartache and the challenge.

By this time next year I will either be on that side… or I will be happy with that choice not to be. I need to quit thinking about it…..

So.

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I need to see it up there as to not deny it’s existence.



G.