Braids 1/29/21 It’s as if that road trip happened yesterday and 100 years ago. We were going home from a holiday at family’s. We were in the back seat. Air Supply was on the radio. You started braiding my hair. It was only slightly wavy and very long, down to the bottom of my butt, back then. By the time you finished, I had dozens of tiny braids all over my head. A miniature Bo Derek with incredibly crooked teeth. These days, my teeth are straight and my hair is curly. The teeth, the result of years of hideous and painful braces. The hair, I blame you and those braids.
Unmet 1/25/21 Many years ago desires were many needs insatiable. As time passed and they remained unmet each began to retreat submerging into the deep, warm comfort of the chest. There, they stay shy, silent partners of actions resisting the impulse to be noticed or heard. Every so often they peak around the soft flesh of the heart peering out to a now unfamiliar world butterflies in their stomachs afraid to reveal themselves. All the while hoping they’ll be seen hoping they’ll be indulged. Eagerly, they wait tapping their fingers generating an almost imperceptible jolt that once again goes unnoticed. As they’ve done many times before they retreat into the empty space of the soul.
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