

Hummer: Like Nothing ElseHummer: Like Nothing Else The phone rang; once, twice the machine clicked on. Hi, youve reached the Andersons! Were unavailable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, well get to you, lickity-split! squeaked a perky voice, promptly followed by the mundane beep. A man cleared his throat, and with a heavy southern accent said, Mrs. Anderson, this is Spence from Rappahannock Motors, calling to let you know that your cars ready for pick-up whenever you are. Have a good weekend. Back in the master bedroom, a woman was watcHummer: Like Nothing Else


Orion's BeltOrions Belt Lying on the side of the road, my car flipped upside down in a grassy road median, I wish I had studied the night sky more when I was younger. I know there are winter skies and summer skies, but Im at a loss about spring or fall. I stare up at the whatever-the-fuck-season sky, my vision clearer than ever before, and cant find Orion. Hes the easiest to find, and I know hes in the winter sky or, at least, I think he is.Orion's Belt
A flashlight shines over my eyes. I turn away, the blotches covering stars


Time OutTime Out I walk into the café. Every male head turns towards me as I saunter over to the counter to order my overpriced Starbucks coffee, my heels making soft clicks on the tiled floor. I reach into my tiny Coach purse, fire-red acrylic nails clicking on everything they touch as I look for my credit card. After paying, I push my long brown locks from my face, and wink seductively at the man behind the counter. Ok, thats how I would have entered had it been seven years ago. Instead, my five-year-old son drags me inside, making me trip over my own feet, frizzy hair bTime Out


albumthe ribbed edges scrape not cut,album
but caressing empty pages,
where the pictures of frivolous memories should be, reddens the finger tips.
the photo album whistles near the chest, unable to collect dust because she won't leave it be hoping that one day the pictures in her mind developed and found their way to the plastic haven.
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the rose that grew from concrete
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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life is not measured by the number of breaths you take,
but by the number of moments that take your breath away.
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{and so are sheep!}
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//thezimchick
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{and so are sheep!}
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