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The richest girl in town.

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[Tuesday, Dec. 22nd, 2009|05:19 pm]
The richest girl in town.
I'm too young for this mid-life crisis, and yet
it grinds on, urging me to quit my job three days
before Christmas and become a yogi, a teacher,
a sailor, a student, just a week before a New Year
I'm not ready to ring in without a cigarette, a shot
glass full of fuck-it, and the familiar sense that my life
is a serious of missteps, the backwards waltz
of a drunken, three-legged pit bull in a sequined gown
on a television dance competition.

There's magic there, and sometimes it's funny,
but I never make it to the finals stage.
No, this dog and I--this graceless street mutt and I--
we whirl and turn and occasionally fall down, laughing.
We kick our five legs not quite in unison, the world's
sloppiest can-can, and both wake up hungover,
me holding my head waiting for the spinning to stop,
the dog asking in its dog language, "Are we there yet?"

[User Picture]From: wordweaverlynn
2009-12-23 05:24 am (UTC)
This is wonderful. Thank you for turning an emotional mess (which looks familiar from where I sit) into art.
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[User Picture]From: toy_of_thought
2009-12-23 06:09 am (UTC)


givin it all we've got, fools that we are
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[User Picture]From: rmjwell
2009-12-23 07:42 am (UTC)
"A shot glass full of fuck-it"... there's an image to hold on to.
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[User Picture]From: tuckova
2009-12-23 07:00 pm (UTC)
See? There you are.
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